#but i think the further you are on the alpha scale the closer you are to the divine theater

[chumpy1012]

do you think yogurts have a closer proximity to god?

#not that omegas are distant from god or anything #but i think the further you are on the alpha scale the closer you are to the divine theater #maybe yogurts are infertile/celibate because of their close relationship with god #alpha-ness can only move you so far up the scale and maybe divinity is what truly elevates you #ethel cain

[laurabwrites]

Plotting out loud, because I can. Glimmerglanger/Star Wars edition.

I read a fun smut Padmé/Obi-Wan piece from @glimmerglanger (another author I will read basically anything they write) that had a an interesting author end note:

....and the galaxy is saved because when Anakin tries to flirt with Padmé she goes, "Sorry, kiddo, not interested," because she's busy trying to arrange a time and place when she, Obi-Wan, and anyone else who wants to get down can all meet up.

And being me, I decided to plot out how this AU changes the timeline/plot. Because I can. And maybe if I do, it’ll stop knocking around my head.

So, relevant ‘plot’ points to this exercise for those who don’t want to read smut:

In Attack of the Clones, Anakin took a minor injury chasing Zam Wesell and went back to the Temple for treatment.

Padmé and the handmaids had crushes on Obi-Wan in The Phantom Menace.

Most of Padmé’s sexual experience up to this point has been with her handmaids (and they with each other).

Padmé initiates; the sex is very good; Padmé’s reaction is “I should see if he’s up for an orgy with the handmaids, they deserve something this nice.”

So! How I would plot out what comes next:

1) Anakin still tries to flirt with Padmé. It’s just as embarrassing as in the movies. Padmé decides to bring one of her handmaids with her to Naboo, hoping she’ll act as a buffer with Anakin. Let’s pick Dormé.

Dormé tells R2 to hang around Padmé when Anakin is there & don’t be afraid to use his arc welder/taser if he gets too pushy

2) The sojourn on Naboo is going to include fewer picnics and more Anakin bugging Padmé while she’s working with Dormé on Senatorial work. I see this leading to at least one argument about political structures.

Dormé totally yells at Anakin that he’s proposing fascism

How can a former slave think the scaled up version of what he suffered is a good idea?!?

Well the Chancellor could get so much more done if—

Dormé slaps massive history tome down on table

3) Padmé has good memories of Shmi, so they still go to Tatooine once Anakin shares he’s having nightmares.

4) Anakin does a Mass Murder™️ out of Revenge™️

5) When Anakin has his little ranting confession to Padmé (because he’s thinks they’re closer than Padmé feels), R2 starts pretending to be shutdown in the corner and gets a recording of his confession. Because Padmé is not interested in Anakin romantically, her little “anger is human” part of the speech also includes a “and I’m going to be very careful not to trigger the anger of this person who can throw things with his mind and has a sword that can bisect people easily.” mental clause. It’s a textual medium instead of a visual one. I get to include internal thoughts.

6) MEANWHILE, Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan got a nice dose of happy brain chemicals before starting his hunt and has gotten a decent amount of sleep while bouncing around the galaxy chasing down this attempted assassin. Obi-Wan digs in a little further at Kamino compared to the movies canon. He gets a copy of the contract from the Kaminoans. He ducks meeting Jango until after talking to some of the Alpha class (who introduce him to a couple of their proteges). Jango cannot hurry luring Obi-Wan to Genosis because he cannot find Obi for a couple days. 

When Obi-Wan does talk with Jango there’s a lot more “why are you building an army for the Republic” and more paying attention in the Force to his answers.

Obi-Wan has concerns™️

Obi-Wan sends his concerns to the Council and Anakin with instructions to boost his signal to the Council and make sure it gets there. Also DO NOT COME.

7) Genosis. Obi-Wan sneaks around Genosis for a little bit longer before getting caught. He gets a little more information back to the Council. When Dooku says “there’s a Sith in the Senate”, Obi-Wan says “evidence or I think you’re lying to sow discord and ignore you.”

8) Padmé and Anakin get caught on Genosis just as fast as in the movie. Dormé and R2 do not get caught. They feed technical info about the droids and on the ground tactical information to the arriving Jedi and clone rescue force. The rescue force tries a more diversionary attack expecting Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padmé to get themselves out of the arena. Fewer clones and Jedi die. It’s still a shitshow with terrible numbers of casualties. Just fewer than in the movie.

9) Anakin still goes after Dooku. He still looses his arm. Dooku still gets away. Padmé and Anakin do not kiss, and do not sneak off to Naboo to get married.

10) Anakin is brought back to the Temple to start healing and doing PT for his new space-future prosthetic arm (see recent writing advice re:arm amputations and why they’re portrayed unrealistically). Obi-Wan is sent off on a mission with Alpha-17. Padmé, Dormé, and R2 speak with the council about Tatooine — the council diverts a Shadow to Tatooine for more evidence to back up the decision they know they’ll have to justify to the Senate.

11) Obi-Wan’s mission goes badly. He and Alpha-17 are captured and tortured by Ventress. Word of this reaches the Council and Anakin...

12) After his mother’s death, Anakin has slotted Obi-Wan into the ‘must not die, will burn down the Galaxy’ slot that Padmé occupied in movie canon. Padmé has made herself unavailable for the role since they’re not in a romantic relationship (although Anakin would like to and plans to continue pursuing her). So Anakin subconsciously choose the other parental figure in his life, instead of the female person he cares most about.

13) Anakin freaks the fuck out, runs off to Kamino, grabs the 212th being assembled for Obi-Wan’s return from this mission (which includes Rex and Cody), says he’s the General’s Padawan/Commander, and they’re going to go rescue Obi-Wan.

14) Anakin did not have an assignment to do this. Anakin is disobeying direct orders to come the fuck back to the Temple. Anakin takes the 212th and runs silently. No one in the 212th knows that they’re not in communication with the rest of the GAR and are in danger of being declared AWOL.

15) Obi-Wan or Alpha escape long enough to send a transmission to the GAR before getting recaptured. The 212th pick up the signal and rescue Obi-Wan and Alpha. Obi-Wan contacts his superiors (the Council and GAR military) and gets informed of the situation with Anakin. Obi-Wan orders them all back to Coruscant.

16) The dressing down of Anakin is a) in the medbay before Obi-Wan is dunked in a bacta tank and b) EPIC. Phrases used include “My life is not worth all of these men!” and “Do you have any idea what happens to AWOL clones?!” Obi-Wan has to arrest Anakin for fear the boy will accidentally start a mutiny by ordering the ship NOT to go to Coruscant.

17) The Jedi Council. Anakin and Obi-Wan think they’re there for Anakin’s punishment for absconding with the 212th and disobeying order. Nope. Surprise. You done did a mass murder. Into Jedi jail you got to go Anakin. “It’s not fair! You need me in this war!” excuse me? “They’re just animals” excuse me? “The chancellor didn’t think I did anything wrong?” ex-fucking-cuse me? say that one again.

18) So yeah, Anakin goes to Jedi jail, the Jedi Council decides to hide that fact to figure out the Chancellor’s involvement in that and prevent him from ordering the Jedi to release Anakin, Shadows start investigating the Chancellor (plus keep an eye on the Coruscant guard who have to interact with him), and sad Obi-Wan goes back to war while trying to investigate his concerns™️ about the Kaminoans and the clones (which is where I want the discovery of the chips to come in, but like, later. In a different story in the series. One where Ahsoka is Obi-Wan’s Padawan.

And yes, Padmé and crew do occasionally meet up with Obi-Wan during the war for some mutually fun sex.)

#writing #am writing #fanfiction #writeblr #star wars #plotting #wip #plotting out loud #long post #good grief #how do other authors make those pithy 5 point bullet posts that are hilarious and outline an entire story #believe it or not I see the series ending with Padmé/Sabé and Codywan

[aparticularbandit]

Here's the thing.

If the Glass Onion fam are all rich entitled assholes, then so is Andi.

Because she was one of them. Because she brought them together. Because she brought Miles into the fold.

Admittedly, Andi stood up to Miles.

But Lionel was trying to counsel him from the inside, and Claire very clearly also wanted to tell him no but trusted that this Klear stuff wasn't bad (and checked that with Lionel).

Andi wanted her proof to get her company - and her family - back and to kick Miles out.

But Andi was one of them, Andi IS one of them, Andi is the BEST of them, and it's all about the power struggle between Andi's ideals/morals and Miles's money/control.

And I think each of the fam falls on a sliding scale from there - Lionel and Claire closer to Andi's end, Duke closer to Miles's end, and Birdie probably closer to Miles but she's just your dead center here for the ride friend.

Lionel's probably closest to Andi because he thinks he can actually talk some sense into Miles (which is why he alerts him to Andi's finding evidence, even though Andi didn't). But if Andi couldn't talk sense into him, Lionel doesn't have a shot.

Claire at least doesn't want to go through with whatever Miles is doing if it's actually dangerous but isn't in a safe enough position (particularly during campaign season) to tell him to fuck off (if she would EVER be in a safe position to do so).

Birdie and Duke are both more dependent on Miles, more trusting of him, because they've already taken hits to their reputation that he's gotten them out of.

Birdie's about to take another hit, but Miles is going to pay her off. He helped her out already, he's going to help her out.

Duke's doing the Miles thing of trying to use other people - and, eventually, blackmail - to further his own ends.

But neither Birdie nor Duke is really involved in the Klear plot the way that Lionel and Claire are. They aren't needed for that (which is why it's so much easier for Miles to try and cut them off/out - which he is definitely slowly doing: first, by refusing to give Duke screentime with Alpha, and second, by screwing Birdie over with the sweatshop). But Lionel and Claire are.

And if they don't do what he wants, he'll dispose of them the same way he did with Andi, and it's HARDER for them to say no and stand up to him than it was for Andi because she got blindsided with getting cut out of Alpha and they know exactly what is coming to them if they try to stand on morals the way Andi did.

The thing is that their morals would get them cut out and then Miles will put someone else in their place and keep doing what he's doing, so they're stuck in a situation where standing up to him changes nothing, so what's the point? The best they can hope for is to stay on the inside and try to talk reason with him (Lionel) or hope that Klear is actually as good as Miles is saying it is (Claire), but they're both. Very. Very. Wrong.

(Really, this is just another rambling post about no, they aren't all rich entitled assholes, it's more complicated than that, and Helen is wrong to call them all shitheads and expect them to just turn on Miles, it is SO much more complicated than that, Helen, I love you, and you're right to want them to run and burn it all to the ground, but it is so, so, so much more complicated.)

#musings #glass onion #glass onion spoilers #brain is still going whir #this is my new chew toy and i'm not letting it go yet apparently

[glimmerglanger]

Hey there! Hopefully it’s an OK time to make a request! I truly love your Alpha17/Obi fic, “Just Right”!

Hoping that a prompt of Alpha 17 finally making it to the Negotiator and pretty much stalking Obi and courting Obi in a very gentle and patient un-Alpha 17 way ends with some sexy and soft love making?

Anything will do! I just love this trope and the story you’ve created has been on my mind since it was published!

🥰😍🥰😍

Oooooooh! Well, I couldn’t quite do all the courting (that probably would have gotten longer than the original fic) but! I did do a little bit about the next time they run into each other! Thanks for the request! I have a few more in my inbox that I’m working on, as well!

This is VERY SPICY. SO SPICY. NOT SAFE FOR WIZARDS. Feat: intercrural and bjs and Feelings that 17 wishes he weren’t having.

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17 felt jittery in his skin from the time he heard that the Negotiator was going to make a stop on Kamino. It was an...unusual feeling, and one he found he disliked immensely. He tried to burn it away sparring with his brothers and, when that failed to work, he grabbed a group of shinies and led them on a run around one of the longer loops on the city.

After the third such loop, he still felt itchy along his bones and gave it up for a loss, retreating to his quarters and the quiet of his fresher.

He’d received a few messages from Kenobi since they’d last worked together. They’d been the usual sort of thing. He’d kept track of mission reports coming out of the Third System Army, too, making sure they routed through to him and reading over the lines of text.

He scrubbed a hand back over his short hair. He’d wanted Kenobi to come to Kamino, wanted an excuse to go back into the field. He hadn’t expected this strange twisting in his gut when he finally got what he’d been hoping for.

That did nothing to diminish the feeling.

He blew out a breath. Kenobi was still a day away, but 17 could imagine him well enough, picture his flashing eyes and that pleased little smile of his. He recalled - their memories were, after all, perfect - the stretch of bare skin and the tight, wet, marvelous heat around his cock.

He’d imagined it all, often, while touching himself in his bunk.

His own hand didn’t come even close to comparing. But it was what he had. What he’d had, anyway, but Kenobi was coming to Kamino…

17 frowned around his bunk and wondered how one went about asking for a repeat of the three days they’d spent in transit, fucking on every available surface.

#

Kenobi walked into the city with his cloak damp and sodden across his shoulders and a grin on his face. He nodded a greeting at 17 and fell into a conversation with Master Ti, and 17 tried not to think about how easy it had been to capture both of Kenobi’s wrists in one hand, pressing them down against the floor and sliding into his body, impossibly, and--

Kenobi glanced his way, an eyebrow raising, and 17 met his gaze evenly, shrugging with one shoulder. He’d made no secret of how much he’d enjoyed their activities. It would be pointless to try to pretend he hadn’t thought about it. Often.

Still, he knew how to be professional. He set the thoughts aside and focused on the discussion.

#

17 managed not to dwell too much on what they’d done throughout the day, but that didn’t stop him from steering Kenobi back to his quarters when evening finally arrived.

His quarters were built larger than most places in the city. The ceilings were tall enough to allow him to stand easily and the bed actually fit his proportions; it would swallow Kenobi, make him look so small, sprawled across it. Compared to the cabins on the cruisers, his room must have seemed huge.

Kenobi looked around, nodded, and said, “Certainly to scale, I have to--”

And then 17 backed him against the wall, slid a hand against his shoulder, and curled down enough to kiss him.

Kenobi moaned against his mouth, shifting from a conversation into the kiss easily, like switching gears on a speeder. He tasted good, mouth hot and sweet, his hands sliding up over 17’s armor, and 17 had taken him against a wall, held him up so easily - Kenobi barely weighed anything - and encouraged Kenobi to curl legs against his waist, because they wouldn’t fit all the way around 17 and--

“How do you feel,” 17 panted out, drawing away just enough to speak, “about a good hard fuck?”

Kenobi rasped out a sound, hair still a little damp from the rains outside, and said, “Oh, I’d quite enjoy that, but, hm, our options are somewhat more limited, this time.”

17 frowned, keeping Kenobi tucked against the wall; it was easy, blocking him in, and satisfying on some deep level. “Why’s that?”

“Well,” Kenobi said, clever fingers sliding along his armor, undoing latches, so he must still have been interested. “It’s been nearly two months since last I’ve seen you.”

“So?” 17 asked, not following, as Kenobi floated his chest plate somewhere across the room and placed it down quietly. He wanted to get his own hands on Kenobi, start taking off his robes, but once he started doing that, well…

Following the train of this conversation would grow harder.

“So, I’ve spent two months around all the men in the 212th,” Kenobi said, dry, and for a moment that made no sense as an explanation, until it did. Kenobi had explained, during one of the periods where they’d both needed a rest, how his people’s reproductive systems worked.

After two months, his reproductive organs would be perfectly compatible with all the men in the 212th. There was no way he’d be able to take 17. Not safely. 17 frowned, something twisting fast and hot and unpleasant in his gut at that thought, wondering if any of them realized. If they’d like the thought as much as he’d liked it, when Kenobi fitted him just right.

“Oh,” 17 said, drawing back, setting aside the flash of unknown emotion and a deeper sense of disappointment. Kenobi had been the only person he could--

“But I’m sure there are other options we can explore,” Kenobi said, following him, an arm sliding over his shoulders. “Unless you’re not interested?”

17 considered it. His disappointment almost had him shaking his head, sending Kenobi to his own bunk. But… they’d enjoyed themselves plenty, last time, and not just when he’d slid into the sweet embrace of Kenobi’s body.

And he didn’t want Kenobi to run off.

He frowned and asked, “What do you have in mind?”

Kenobi grinned, pulled himself up to take a kiss, and said, “Come here, let me show you.”

#

Kenobi positively got lost in the middle of 17’s mattress, just like 17 had known he would. He looked small - smaller than usual, even - spread out across the sheets, bare skin all on display, covered in freckles and scars.

17’s cock ached, a solid throb of need between his legs as he stroked himself with the lube Kenobi had pressed into his hands. Kenobi had told him to get very slick before rolling onto his stomach, 17’s pillow shoved under his hips.

“You’re sure this is what we should do?” 17 asked, hearing the doubt in his own voice.

Kenobi glanced over his shoulder - kriffing hell, the way he looked - and flashed a smile. “I think you’ll quite enjoy it,” he said, “just give it a try.”

17 grunted, but, in truth, he felt utterly incapable of refusing Kenobi when he was all stretched out, back bowing from the pillow under his hips, the insides of his thighs slick and shiny with lube.

“Come here,” Kenobi coaxed, shifting his ass back and forth, and, well. 17 wasn’t going to say no to that. He slid forward, hands moving over warm, perfect skin, knees making the bed dip, tilting Kenobi back towards him.

It was so easy to blanket him. 17 could cover him completely, and had, before, on a battlefield to shield him from shrapnel. But there were no explosions in his quarters. Just slick, warm skin as he sank down over Kenobi, cock brushing over the curve of his ass.

Kenobi hummed, tilting his hips back further, and 17’s cock slid forward, easy, between his legs.

“There you go,” Kenobi murmured, pressing his strong thighs closer together and - oh - the pressure felt good, good enough that 17 rocked his hips forward, cock sliding on slick skin, feeling all the lean muscles in Kenobi’s thighs and--

And the hot, wet slide of him, of the place where 17 could no longer fit, and he groaned, frustration and want all tangled together.

“You feel so good,” he rasped out, hips dragging back and pushing forward again, feeling the head of his cock just catch at - at the edge of Kenobi’s body and oh he wanted, but he could only drag the top of his cock along, sliding between the tight pressure of his thighs, muscles flexing against him and--

He dropped to his elbows, his arms long enough to still hold him up off of Kenobi’s back. He could look down, across Kenobi’s bright hair and the bunch of muscles in his shoulders. He could see Kenobi’s hands, clenched in the blankets as 17 moved between his legs, lube making the glide easy, friction building up the heat between them, Kenobi’s ass hard and firm against his hips each time he pushed forward.

He could remember taking Kenobi like this. Force, he’d remembered taking Kenobi like this, so many times, cock sliding in instead of forward, he’d be so tight, so wet, so hot, and--

17’s orgasm caught him by surprise and he groaned, head dropping forward as his cock jerked between Kenobi’s thighs. He shifted his hips back, unthinking, wanting the come all over skin, not his pillow and sheets.

“See,” Kenobi started, tilting to look over his shoulder, “I--oh!”

He looked gratifyingly startled when 17 pushed onto an arm, grabbed his hip, and flipped him onto his back. His chest was flushed - but only a little - and his cock stretched up towards his stomach, still hard.

17 could fix that. Wanted to fix that, so badly it made his jaw ache.

He shifted around, put a hand on Kenobi’s chest to keep him still, and bulled his way between Kenobi’s legs, curving over.

He tasted his own come, when he licked over Kenobi’s cock, sliding his lips down over heated skin. His come was everywhere, there always seemed to be so much of it when they did things together. It streaked over Kenobi’s thighs and--

And 17 couldn’t help but bringing his other hand up, sliding over skin, between Kenobi’s legs and - kriffing hell - it was there, too. He groaned, helplessly, and Kenobi echoed the sound, fingers scrambling at 17’s hair as he rubbed two fingers through the slick smear of his own come.

Kenobi cried out, all thick with pleasure, when 17 slid those two fingers over him, and then, with a renewed throb of want, into him.

Kenobi felt so tight around his fingers, hot and wet and squeezing. He knew how thick his fingers were, wondered if they were just about all Kenobi could take in his present state, and the thought made something in his spine go all white hot.

He bobbed his head, sucking as he moved his hand, curling his fingers while Kenobi’s legs curled up around his shoulders, while Kenobi gasped and tried fruitlessly to squirm under him, the sounds escaping his throat getting thicker and louder and--

17 swallowed when Kenobi gave it up for him, smiling at the feel of Kenobi’s body squeezing around his fingers, clenching in waves. He slid his fingers back and out, giving a last suck, after a long moment, and Kenobi gasped his name.

He looked...dazed and relaxed, sprawled on the bed, uncomplaining about 17’s hand on his chest, his heartbeat translating up into 17’s fingers. He looked...soft. And peaceful. And 17 felt, again, the way he had on their trip, that he’d very much like to keep Kenobi looking that way all the time.

He shivered at the thought, shook his head, and said, “You’re right, that was a good idea.” He cleared his throat, and, before Kenobi could start gloating, pulled both of Kenobi’s legs up, over one of his shoulders, and went on, “Do you think it would work like this, too?”

#glimmer replies #ask me anything #spicy #SO SPICY #not safe for wizards #follow up to Just Right #alpha x obi-wan #obi17

[wonderwomanfantasy]

sailor’s song

idk what it is about Bakugou that makes him so good for fantasy AUs

mermaid! Bakugou x Reader

warnings: mentions of drowning, Abo, bakugou

word count: 1,100 (about)

summary: it was dangerous for mermaids to stray too close to humans, but Katsuki couldn’t seem to drag himself away from the ship, after all his mate was calling to him from aboard, whether she knew that or not. 

The sea had always called to you. You loved the salty smell and the sting of the wind hitting your face. There were people who didn’t think Omegas had a place on a ship, it was dangerous work after all, and there were superstitions that it would bring bad luck. Not that anyone would say that to your face you had more than proven yourself on the good ship Alamein. Even if the captain had wanted to keep you on the shore, he’d be an idiot too. You were good at what you did, and nothing would keep you from the ocean. 

You loved night on the open ocean, the blackness of both the sky and the ocean reflecting off of each other. The moon and the stars just pinpricks of light. Insignificant next to the ever-spreading darkness. It was humbling in a way. Showed you how small you were in the grand scheme of things. It was quiet at night too, in the day you got the same vastness of the ocean and sky but it was so loud with everyone bustling around and shouting. 

At night the crew was vastly reduced, a skeleton crew to keep the ship from running aground. Even if there were other people awake, it felt like you were all alone. You looked down at the inky black water when you saw a thin glittering tale cut through the water right next to the ship. You gasped and smiled to yourself. You wondered what wonderful creature might have been. The ocean was so vast it could be anything. 

You saw the tail again this time when it disappeared the torso of a boy took its place, your breath caught in your throat you almost screamed man overboard but something in his face stopped you. His eyes seemed to glow red in the night as he watched you. You realized with a sinking feeling that thing was not human. 

One of the myths you’d first heard when you were first trying to become a sailor was that of Sirens, drowned Omegas turned into monsters using their wails to lure ships to rocky shores sinking the ship. Was that what he was? You crept back to the edge of the boat. He was still there, watching you. He didn’t seem to be singing, but maybe you couldn’t hear it because you were an omega.  The ship gave a sudden lurch almost sending you overboard. You cursed and sprinted to the bow, stumbling with the sudden sharp lurches. 

“What the hell?” you spat

“J-Just trying to avoid the rocks!” the frightened man stammered you looked out shit. When had you gotten so close to sore? There were black sheets of rocks jutting out of the ocean shit, the path you swore the path you were meant to take was smooth. You looked further ahead and saw the sheer face of the cliff it was going to tear clean through the sail if you didn’t do anything and you weren’t strong enough to do it by yourself. 

You swore violently and took off running quickly climbing the rope latter do the crow's nest so you could ring the bell to wake everyone, the ship gave another sudden turn and you felt your grip falter as the ship tilted you screamed as you fell, you hit the water solidly, and that was the last thing you remembered. 

You woke up to the hot sun on your face and the beach sand beneath you. You sat up and surveyed your surroundings. As you looked out at the crystal blue water you saw a ruby red tail cut through the water and the torso of the boy reappeared. 

“You,” you said, your voice cracking from lack of use and thirst “what’s happening?” you demanded. The merman swam towards you resting on a rock near the beach showing his full body and you saw the part where toned tan skin turned to red glittering scales. 

“I saved your ass that’s what's happing, idiot,” he scoffed. You reached up and held your head. 

“But- why? What happened to the ship- where am I?

“One question at a time dumbass. The ship was fine, you were the only one lost at sea all those other dick heads made it out okay and you’re on the mainland just a few miles south of the main port, you’ll be fine,” he snapped. You got to your knees shakily and walked over you him examining him closely. 

“Okay, but why save me? I thought sirens ate overthrown sailors,” He was beautiful, defined muscles and dazzling eyes but he was clearly a hunting animal, sharp teeth and claw-like nails not to mention his abrasive attitude. 

“You’re my mate I wasn’t just going to let you drown idiot,” he snapped making you freeze before scuttling back from his reach. 

“You couldn’t know that not just by looking at me,” you stammered. That was impossible, you could only know someone was your mate after getting to know them this- this monster didn’t even know your name. 

“Maybe you can’t because you’re an idiot human but I can,” he snapped his cheeks turning bright red. You looked at him closely again. Handsome? Yes, an alpha? Certainly. As you got closer you realized that the smell of coconut and palm wasn’t just the beach you were on but him. Now that you knew what you were smelling was him your heart gave a pang. You didn’t even know his name but you were drawn to him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

“Whatever, like I said, I couldn’t just let you drown,” he scoffed. 

“Does this happen a lot? I mean mermaids having human mates?” you asked. 

“No, but it’s not unheard of, that’s where sirens come from,” you had drifted closer to him over the course of the conversion but at the mention of sirens, you jerked back out of his reach.

“You drown your mates?” you nearly shrieked. 

“OI pipe down dumb ass where did you get that from? Of course not-”

“But I thought Sirens were drowned Omegas,” you protested. 

“No you idiot, they're just omega mermaids, the change happens through magic.”

“Magic? But magic isn’t real,” he looked at you like you were stupid. 

“You’re talking to a fucking merman and you don’t think magic is real?”

“I’m sorry this is all a lot,” his expression softened. 

“I know, if you excepted me as your mate you’d have to leave behind this world forever, it’s a lot to ask for anyone,” he trailed off at the end not saying what he was thinking, that he hoped you’d make that sacrifice anyways. 

“I don’t even know your name,” you breathed, closing the distance between you again. 

“Katsuki,”

“Katsuki, can I- can I get to know you first? Before I make that call?”

“Of course,” and with that, now you have another thing calling you to the sea.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou imagine #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #mermaid bakugou #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon #my hero academia abo

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Three’s a Crowd

Another threesome, another mirio, tamaki and reader pairing! Hope you enjoy this one too~

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

 You squealed loudly as you turned to face the inside of your house, pressing your back against the now closed front door, Mirio’s hand slamming against it near your head while he stood in front of you.

His lips were pulled into a thin line, all nine of his tails were flicking about angrily and his ears were on high alert. For some strange reason, your alpha did not look pleased. It was unusual for him to look so angry, it made you question what you could have possibly done to make him so upset.

 “Mirio…?” You questioned softly, jumping when a low growl escaped him. He stepped closer to you, dipping his head and running his nose along your neck, breathing in deeply, making you realise what had made him so upset.

 “I hate it when you’re home late (Name)” Mirio growled low, sinking his teeth into your neck and making you whimper softly at the feeling, a shudder running through your body. While you knew you shouldn’t enjoy it so much, you couldn’t deny how much you loved it when Mirio got rough like this out of frustration.

 “Ah…Mirio, you know I get busy sometimes…” You mumbled, blinking as his hand tangled itself into your hair, tugging harshly while he looked into your eyes, his own glowing with a power you could never quite explain.

 “(Name). Tell me, am I your alpha or not?” Mirio demanded, the very tone of his voice causing heat to pool between your thighs, a soft whimper slipping past your lips as you gulped nervously. Apparently Mirio was in full alpha mode at the moment. How fun.

 “Y-Yes, you are my alpha…” You trailed off, shuddering as you felt his other hand grip your thigh tightly, his claws tearing your jeans, thankfully not managing to break skin.

 “Then tonight, you’re going to prove it by doing exactly what I say. Aren’t you?” He questioned, releasing you completely as he stepped away, allowing you to take notice of his completely naked state. Though you had no idea how you hadn’t noticed it sooner.

   “Yes, of course…um…what do you want me to do Mirio?”

   He frowned at you for a moment before motioning you to follow him, walking off at a leisure pace.

 You moved quickly, dropping your bag as you followed him through the house and into the bedroom, your eyes widening when you noticed that someone was already in the middle of the bed you shared with Mirio.

 “Tamaki is in the dragon equivalent to a rut. We’ve been waiting for you to get home (Name), I want to see your lips wrapped around his dicks” Mirio remarked, turning to look at you while you stared down at Tamaki who laid on the bed panting heavily, his scaled tail thumping against the bed heavily while he stroked his own dicks.

 You could see that by stroking himself, he was spreading his own precum over his dicks thickly and that both of his knots were twitching and throbbing in need of a release that apparently had yet to be achieved and the only thing you could think of, was that your alpha wanted to watch you please another man.

   “(Name).”

   You moved at the sound of your name, looking into Mirio’s eyes while you stripped yourself of your clothes, your cheeks flushed.

 “Go on. Show your alpha what a good little slut you can be” Mirio rumbled, slapping his hand against your ass, just hard enough to make you stumble your way to the bed. You took only a moment to steady yourself before crawling onto the bed between Tamaki’s legs, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of both his dicks leaking precum.

 Moving his hands out of the way, you moved so that you were laying on your stomach, propping yourself up with your elbows while you licked along the underside of one of his dicks slowly, letting your hand stroke the unattended one slowly in the meantime.

 “Ah…ah…Mirio she’s…a-are you sure?” Tamaki choked out, his hips bucking slightly while you licked and sucked your way to the top, taking the tips of both his dicks into your mouth, mewling at the taste of his precum. Unlike the taste of a human, dragons and kitsune’s tended to taste different, sweeter almost. More addicting.

 “I’m sure. You’ve never even fucked anyone during your rut before Tamaki, it’s about time you did” Mirio snorted, moving to sit beside Tamaki while his hand landed on the back of your head, forcing you to take more of Tamaki’s dicks into your mouth until you were gagging and whimpering around him, looking up into Mirio’s eyes while you sucked on the dicks as best as you could.

 “You like that don’t you? Choking on his dicks…” He trailed off as you looked away out of embarrassment. He wasn’t actually wrong, that was the problem. Though you could only fit a third of Tamaki’s dicks in your mouth, you loved the feeling of choking on them, having his taste flood your senses and what’s more, having your beloved alpha order you to please someone else in front of him.

 “See? She loves it Tamaki. Time to let loose a bit buddy” Mirio instructed, watching Tamaki as he moved his hands to your hair, gripping tightly while his hips began to move in a harsh rhythm, each thrust giving you at most, a second or two to breath before your mouth was filled with his dicks yet again.

 “Her mouth feels good…so good” Tamaki mumbled thoughtlessly, his eyes lidded and hazed over with desire as he looked down at you, growling hungrily when he took in your appearance; saliva and precum coating your lips, dribbling down your chin as he used your mouth for his pleasure.

 You inhaled deeply when Tamaki pulled free of your mouth, taking the opportunity to regain the oxygen you desperately needed while Tamaki used his hold on your hair to pull you up into his lap, his dicks pressing up against your folds firmly.

 “Mirio…I want…I need to…” Tamaki trailed off as he looked towards your alpha, who merely looked at you before moving to lick at your lips, groaning low at the taste of your saliva mixed with his friend’s precum.

 “(Name). How do you want to be fucked?” He questioned, taking a moment to watch you before tangling his own hand in Tamaki’s hair, pulling his head close as he kissed him heatedly, Mirio’s tongue quickly invading the nervous dragon’s mouth, the very sight of the two of them kissing making you whimper in need.

 “I…roughly alpha…” You trailed off, unable to say exactly what you wanted. Pulling his head back, Mirio chuckled deeply, moving to kneel between Tamaki’s legs, his throbbing erection pressing up against your ass firmly, his hand making its way up to your throat, wrapping around it firmly as you bit your lip.

 “How roughly? Do you want me to fuck you as he does? You want both our knots all at once? Is that it? Are you that desperate for us?” He demanded, not giving you a chance to reply as he thrust his hips forwards, filling you with his dick slowly, not yet pushing his knot up into you while you moaned loudly, your hips bucking eagerly.

 Taking the hint, Tamaki gripped your hips, his mouth closing around one of your nipples while he bucked his hips, both of his dicks pushing into you completely, his knots rubbing teasingly at your folds.

 You couldn’t believe it, two alphas filling you at once, leaving you a moaning, breathless mess. You were immensely thankful that you had tried anal with Mirio before now because thanks to that, him entering you with only some saliva covering his dick, he was able to enter you without pain.

 “Come on baby, moan for us. You want to be a good girl for your alpha don’t you?” Mirio questioned, his lips brushing against your ear as the two men began to slam into you, Mirio’s hold on your throat tightening slightly enough to force a mewl from your lips, the sensation slowly overwhelming you.

 You felt so full.

   “Don’t you fucking dare cum from just his dicks (Name). You don’t get to cum until I let you”

   You moaned as your body rocked with their thrusts, grinding your hips back against Mirio as he trailed kisses and bites along your neck. He was by no means, being gentle with you currently but with Tamaki’s dicks inside of you, you could tell he was just jealous that you were feeling so good from one of his own suggestions.

 “Alpha…knots…I want to be kn-” You were cut off as his hand moved, instead of having it wrapped around your neck, his hand was covering your mouth, muffling your moans and pleas while the two of them fucked you, their movements growing rougher the more they lost themselves to their instincts.

 Groaning, Tamaki thrust his hips up roughly, forcing his knots into you and making you cry out into Mirio’s hand, pleasure flooding your body while your orgasm rocked through you without warning, your walls clenching around both men tightly.

 Tamaki’s breath caught in his throat as his grip on your hips tightened, the way you were squeezing down on his dicks was indescribable but he knew he liked it. He moved his hips up harder and faster, letting out strangled moans as his knots began to swell inside of you, your tightness pushing him over the edge far sooner than he had anticipated, his hot seed flowing heavily as his knots locked him into place inside of you, small fleshy barbs on his dicks securing him to you further as they surfaced.

 “F-Fuck…Mirio, I think I hooked her…” Tamaki whimpered as he looked up at Mirio, his look apologetic while Mirio stared in shock, realising what had just happened.

 “Really…you two just came without me? Disobedient aren’t you (Name)?” Mirio growled low, his tails wrapping around your body slowly.

 Mirio knew what it meant for Tamaki to actually hook you. For dragons, knotting was normal but for them to actually hook their sexual partner, it meant that your orgasm was what had stirred Tamaki’s orgasm. It was a way to ensure pregnancy basically, though Mirio knew you were on the pill.

 That wasn’t the point.

   “You orgasmed didn’t you (Name)? That’s why he hooked you. Such a naughty little slut”

   Mirio growled into your ear as he pushed you into Tamaki’s chest more, moving his hips harder and faster, his knot teasingly pushing up against you, not entering you yet.

 Unable to reply back to him, you merely moved your hips against his lazily, each movement making your head spin with the way Tamaki felt inside of you.

 “You want my knot too (Name)? By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be absolutely overflowing with cum! You like the thought of that don’t you?” He growled, moving his hips harder and faster while Tamaki moved a hand between your bodies, making you gasp and whimper in pleasure while his fingers teased your clit.

 Mirio groaned low as he began to just rut up against you, his dick throbbing as he neared his own orgasm, he could feel the way your body was clenching around him every few seconds and he could honestly see why Tamaki had hooked you, your body was perfect, welcoming their dicks almost greedily.

 “Fuck, (Name)…” Mirio groaned low as he moved his hand from your mouth, gripping your hips instead while he pushed his knot up against you, still not letting it push inside of you, he wouldn’t let that happen until he was filling you with his cum.

 “A-Alpha…please, please…I want your knot, I do…I want to be full” You whimpered out breathlessly, grinding your hips down against his thrusts roughly while Tamaki began to bite over your neck, his fingers working nothing short of magic on your clit until suddenly, you could feel Mirio’s fully formed knot pushing up against you roughly, not stopping until it was buried inside of you completely, locking him in place.

 “Fuck…come on baby, cum again, cum for us” Mirio demanded into your ear, biting down firmly as his hands moved to your boobs, squeezing and rubbing them roughly as your orgasm began to build, your body far too sensitive to handle their touches for long.

   “Tamaki.”

   Seconds before you were able to scream out your release, Tamaki’s lips closed around yours and his tongue invaded your mouth, rubbing up against yours hungrily as you clenched around their dicks, your orgasm rocking through your body hard.

 You couldn’t help it, moving your arms around Tamaki’s neck, pulling him close to you as your lips moved against his, your tongue pushing back against his in a challenge, loving how full you felt, knowing their cum wouldn’t stop until their knots deflated completely.

 You might as well pass the time with Tamaki’s mouth if that’s what your alpha truly wanted to witness.

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[spice-chan]

Runaway Omega - Chapter five.

You and Sho had a simple chicken noodle soup for lunch, one which he cooked in an attempt to impress you. You found that endearing, and sat on you coach reading while you waited for dinner. You’d never felt so pampered.

Now here you guys are, on your nest while you laid down to take a nap after the surprisingly good meal you had. You taught him well, before, he wasn’t able to chop potatoes.

He played with your hair and helped you drift to dreamland, even if only for a bit.

You woke up and found yourself alone, surprisingly. You yawned, standing up and seeing the sun starting to set. You pulled the duvet off you and stood up.

Sho wasn’t in the house.

You started to panic, despite the rational part of you saying there’s no need. A heavy weight settled on your shoulders. You tried to ignore the anxiety, the fear of abandonment by eating cookies to distract yourself, but it lingered at the back of your mind, like an unwanted thought thats constantly taunting you.

What are you doing ?

He’s a free man, he can leave for some fresh air if he wants or the market, he would have told you had you not being sleeping.

You settled on your nest to try and relax.

Eventually, you were pulled out of your stupor by the sound of your door opening, making you leap out of your nest and rush to the door.

“Sho, where were you?!” You asked, failing to conceal the worry in your tone. You cursed, just how desperate had you sounded ?

“Did something happen ?” Sho replied with his own inquiry, unable to grasp what had you looking so worried.

“Uh um... I’m just not used to you leaving so suddenly, sorry” you said, Shoto couldn’t help but notice the black cloud that blanketed your face.

Shoto was suddenly overcome with guilt, you were pregnant too, he shouldn’t worry you. At the end of the day, though, Shoto was still nothing but a novice at love.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have left without at least letting you know.” Shoto said, patting your head. His heart fluttered when he saw your face brighten with a smile, relief washing over him.

A novice he may be, but for your happiness, he will keep trying.

You rubbed your neck sheepishly. You somewhat expected him to react in a more defensive way, although now that you thought about it, it was stupid to think that way of Shoto.

You were suddenly aware of the space between you, and weren’t too pleased about it. You got closer to him, and hugged him, as close as your bump would allow. He tensed up at first, but melted into it in no time. It wasn’t your first time hugging, but it felt like it, it was still excited, and just as comforting. His scent does wonders.

Shoto was surprised by the abrupt act of affection, but decided to test his luck further. He bent down, his breath caressing your ear as he whispered.

“I love your hugs but, does your Alpha not get a welcome back kiss ?”

Your face erupted red, not expecting this in the slightest. Clearing the uncertainty between you and Sho helped clear the doubt that surrounded you guys, but now you are reaping the benefits of that. Your Alpha can certainly be seductive when he wants to be.

You heeded his command, pulling him down by the neck and kissing him with ferocity that he returned. But it wasn’t time to make this more heated.

You pulled away, trying to ignore his dissatisfied pout.

“So where were you anyway ?” You questioned inquisitively, your eyes looking up at his in curiosity. Shoto returned your stare with a poker face, but you can see the softness in his eyes.

“Your in your eighth month right ?” Sho asked, making you tilt your head in confusion at the sudden diversion.

“Yes ?”

“And don’t you need a midwife ?”

...

A sudden pause, followed by the widening of both your eyes and mouth.

“OHHH!” You exclaimed. Your own disbelief at your folly and forgetfulness.

Shoto had somewhat of a unique expression himself, looking as if he was trying to stop his lips from quirking up, but his eye brows were raised in mock disbelief, as if he was unsure whether to be amused or unsure of how you could forget such a thing.

You suddenly wanted to hide and spare yourself.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that, I didn’t give birth before, it’s the inexperience” You tried to justify, but your flimsy explanation did your crime no justice.

Shoto broke out into full blown laughter, his shoulders shaking from the force of it. To see such a stoic Alpha laughing so heartily made your heart fill with warmth, your cheeks flushing as you looked at him with glassy eyes.

He caressed your cheek lovingly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Well, I was asking if there’s any midwives near us so we can go visit one tomorrow to ensure everything goes smoothly in the upcoming days.” He explained.

“Thanks Sho.” You said full of gratitude at his thoughtfulness. Sho somehow never made you feel as if this pup wasn’t his own too, somehow, you had a feeling he was going to be a great dad.

“What’d you do without me huh?” He retorted.

“Probably get a new Alpha.”

A lingering silence hung in the air. Before it was cut by a vicious growl.

Shoto moved to cut what little space accumulated between you, you moving back, mostly confused at the sudden change of character.

After recalling what you said, you realized just how stupid it had been. You were a pregnant Omega, and Sho hadn’t marked you yet. That probably made him a lot more protective and possessive, seeing as your relationship was still newly established.

His eyes had turned to a shade of black, his voice a lot more guttural as he spoke out.

“What did you say Omega ?”

At the sound of your title, you titled your head, exposing it in an act of submission.

Shoto still wasn’t pleased though.

“Sorry, Alpha, I didn’t mean it !” You cried out.

Shoto growled near your neck. He leaned down, rubbing his scent against it.

“Who’s your Alpha ?” He asked, voice noticeably less guttural but still on edge.

“You, Sho”

You purred, a cute sound that causes Shoto to relax and return it with one of his own.

“Sorry about that” Sho apologized, surprised at his own act of possessiveness. Perhaps a sensed something coming, a storm in the form of fire that was heading their way.

A sharp knock sounded, the innocent door being pounded as if it was receiving a beating to atone for a crime. The pair brome apart from each other, not expecting guests.

“I’ll open it Sho, you should go change.” You offered, but Sho firmly shook his head.

The door continues to be banged, and both of you had enough of offering to open the door for the other, deciding to go open it together.

Sho twisted the doorknob, and was met with a fiery glare from vermilion irises.

Sho, having sensed his hostility, returned the glare with a chilling one if his own.

Your heart leapt to your throat, a feeling of dread and something else gnawing at you.

Bakugou sniffed, and his eyes widened to saucers, while you were rooted in your spot near the door.

Bakugou could smell your scent all over that prick.

A violent growl tore through him, his glare turning deadly with a promise of bloodshed.

He looked inside, and spotted your figure, looking panicked with your stomach full.

His eyes drank you, widened and glassy, drinking you as if he hadn’t had moisture in weeks. You were still as beautiful as the day you left, but Bakugou’s eyes lingered on your full belly as he processed what he was seeing.

...you were pregnant ?

How?! And when ?!

Those thoughts plagued Bakugou’s mind, his eyes turning black as a growl that put any of the others to shame tore through him. The Alpha in front of him being a threat that needs to be eliminated, and why was your sweet scent mixing with his stench ?

Shoto let out a territorial growl of his own. Your Omega was overwhelmed with all this, making you let out a distressed chirp, making both Alphas snap their heads towards you.

“(Y/n), sweetheart, go inside, I’ll deal with the nuisance.” Shoto’s calm voice rang out, calm, but you can spot the tenseness and threat lying beneath the calm facade.

“Sweetheart ? (Y/n) Who’s this binary fuck !?” Bakugou directed his intensity at you.

“Move out of my way NOW” Bakugou growled at Shoto. He couldn’t believe this. Not only were you pregnant, but you were living with Alpha jerk !?

“STOP” you shouted. The situation was going to escalate quickly. You were distressed, and so was the pup, and that combined with your nerves was making you quickly want to lash.

“Bakugou, come inside.” You relented, you guessed he deserved an explanation seeing as you were pregnant, and although it hurt you, you didn’t want to leave this on this unresolved note.

“Bakugou huh ?” Shoto said, his eyes holding unmistakable hatred.

“Don’t forget the name of the guy who’s going to kill you-“ Bakugou growled out, his nostrils flaring “- and (y/n) , it’s Katsuki” he said to your aggravation. He pushed Shoto aside, who was unwilling to let him in, but decided to be mature about your wishes.

“(Y/n), explain, what’s this ?” Bakugou asked, his eyes holding sorrow as he looked at you, gulping as he caught the smell of the Alpha on you. He was feeling possessive enough to kill.

“Who’s he ?” Bakugou questioned again, directing his glare at the other Alpha.

You were about to drop the bomb.

“He’s my Alpha.”

You watched in horror as Bakugou’s face started to show scale, his eyes turning so much that his pupils were invisible.

“No, he’s not.” His voice was so deep and guttural.

“It’s my pup, isn’t it ? I can feel them, feel the dragon in them. SO WHO’S THIS BINARY FUCK ?!” He shouted so loud the house visibly shook. Sho pushed him away from you, pulling you behind him protectively, which visibly made Bakugou angrier as he went to reach for him.

“I said STOP” you said, then started coughing due to the volume you just used, not being sued to shouting at all. Both Alphas looked at you alarmingly.

“...just call down, will you ?” You asked visibly exhausted, making both Alphas feel guilty, both wanting to purr to calm you and ease your nerves.

“Since you want answers so badly, I’ll give them to you. Yes, Sho is my Alpha, you obviously didn’t want me, so I don’t know what’s the fuss about. And I only discovered I was pregnant after I left, I didn’t feel obligated to tell you since you were going to be coronated and obviously didn’t want distractions. Not that I’d want to burden my pup with that lifestyle.” You spoke, each word stabbing Bakugou like a knife in the gut. Regret and rejection mixing into a deadly potion.

“(Y/n) no , Omega, I didn’t mean any of that, I..I-I love you, God, I’m sorry, just please, let’s go back home” Bakugou cried out, unable to accept that you weren’t going to be a part of his life anymore. No, he wouldn’t stand for it. Jealousy stirred inside him again as he saw that wretched bastard, imagining her showering him with the affection that was reserved for Katsuki.

His Omega, who he loved, no, loves and has for the better part of his life, leading a life without him? Let alone with another Alpha ? What about their pup ?

Katsuki always imagined what you’d look like swollen with his pups, he always thought you’d look even more gorgeous. But he never voiced any of his more affectionate thoughts and now he’s paying the price. Now he’s seeing the neck thats going to bear his mark reeking with another Alpha’s scent.

But nobody can live you as much as Bakugou, he cant imagine anyone having that immeasurable affection and love for another human being, it’s way he was overwhelmed to the point he lashed out. If he could go back in time, Bakugou might consider cutting his tongue off then feeling this cutting pain. But alas, emotions worked in mysterious ways, especially when it came to Bakugo.

He remembers that bittersweet ache he’d feel every morning when he saw your angelic face, so serene and adorable. He’d fall in love with you all over again, and he feared others knowing the intensity of his love. He should have worn it like his cape, tall and proud, should have declared it with a mark on your neck for all the world to see.

Now here you were, hearing a confession he’d scarcely say, without saying it back.

No more I should haves.

He’s going to bring you back with him, and raise your pup together, he’ll make you his queen and treat you like one.

Another Alpha ? What a joke, he’ll make you forget about him in no time, make sure that you have eyes for no one but him like before.

He’ll have to punish you a bit for making him him so jealous and threatened, but nothing his gentle Omega can’t handle.

Katsuki put his hand on top of your head, seeing the surprise on your face, he started to gently pat it, a word not usually associated with the rugged Alpha.

He started purring.

Even after all this time, your heart started having somersaults. You fought with yourself to remain nonchalant.

“I’ll get you back Omega, I’m never leaving without you nor I’m I letting you leave. That’s out of the question.” He said with a gentle smile as he kept his hand on top of your head but started stroking your hair. You never saw him willingly express such softness. Having reunited with you made him incredibly happy despite the... unsavory turn of events.

He had genuinely been worried out of his mind, a small, beautiful Omega like you, all alone...

You were suddenly ripped from his arms.

Shoto held you against him protectively, glaring at Bakugo with killing intensity. The room seemed so much colder.

“She’s my Omega, you’d better stay far away Bakugou Katsuki.” Said Shoto, practically declaring war.

“Repeat that, you bastard , I dare you !” Bellowed Bakugo, already moving to rip you out of Shoto’s arms. You can feel all of Sho’s muscles against your back, and his warm, albeit shaky, breath caused your cheeks to warm as well.

His muscles weren’t the only thing you were feeling though.

You suddenly griped your stomach as you bit your lip in pain, clutching it as a searing pain tore through your guts.

Both Alphas looked at you in panic.

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[thran-duils]

Haunted House

Summary: For @sherrybaby14 ‘s Halloween challenge. My prompt was the quote, “That costume is becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you I’d be cumming too.” I mean the plot is that an Omega gives into her nature to two hot Alphas. Oh, and the house may or may not be haunted. :D Pairing: Omega!Fem Reader x Alpha!Tony x Alpha!Steve Rating: Explicit Words: 2,698 Warnings (for the whole fic): Smut, ABO dynamics, dub-con, some horror

Masterpost

You walked up the stone staircase to the house, eyes flittering over all the windows. The house loomed, as if it could see through your very being. It was gorgeous in architecture, weaving stone and stained-glass windows. But, you knew there were stories about it being haunted. It excited you that you were going to be able to stay the night here.

Heels clicking on the stairs, you adjusted your bag, clearing your throat. You had been invited to come here by your employer, Tommy. He said the owner had requested you specifically and you had not asked questions when you saw the first part of the payment. It was lofty and you needed the money.

All that had been required was you to come with a bottle of alcohol, two days’ worth of clothes – although you were not required to stay for the two days –, and a risqué Halloween costume. A sexy, maid is what you had gone for; it seemed appropriate in this house. All lace with a nice black bow at the small of your back.

Suitcase at your side, you threw your coat off, hanging it on the coatrack by the door. You were getting overwhelmed as your eyes traveled the ceiling and walls of the mansion.

“Welcome.”

You knew that voice all too well and crossed your arms when you turned around, facing the billionaire pouring you a drink. He was dressed suave as always, even in joggers and a sweater. He was always effortlessly attractive.

How could your employer not have told you who had requested you specifically?

Smirking at you, he sauntered over, holding out one of the drinks to you. “Serving others seems to be your niche. That costume is becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you I’d be cumming too.”

No matter how much you found him attractive, you were not going to let him forget last time. You could not forget last time… mainly how you had had a hard time with not liking how he had handled you before. Even now, you felt a pull towards him… desire blossoming.

“Really? Again, Mr. Stark?”

“Please, Tony. But, at least you can remember some manners,” Tony stated, stalking closer. You stiffened and he smirked at you, holding the glass out. “Babydoll, come on. I’m sorry I got handsy last time.”

“Handsy?” you scoffed. He had handcuffed you to the bed and fucked you relentlessly.

“You’re too tempting for me,” Tony stated. “I was in a bit of a rut and you drive me a little insane. And I’m always a little rougher when I’ve imbibed too much. And I had that night. I’m sorry. Really. I wanna make it up to you.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you asked, “By inviting me to a creepy mansion?”

Tony cocked his head and said, “Come now. It’s not that creepy. Sure, some people have died in here but you’re gonna find that in most houses older than 1900.” You did not look amused and he said, “Yes, yes. There are stories about it being haunted. People have seen stuff they’ve said. But, really. It’ll be fun. Just you, me, and Cap.”

You rose your brows in surprise. “Cap?”

“He’s aching for some companionship.”

Taking a long sip of your drink, you turned from Tony to examine the room a little bit further. “Didn’t think poster boy for American family values would be going after a prostitute.”

“I don’t want you to be a prostitute.”

“What do you want me to play as then?” you asked coyly.

“Mine.”

“Okay,” you sighed, turning to face him again.

Tony was at your side suddenly and you leaned away from him, unsettled by the fire burning in his eyes. He pinned you up against the counter, his breath hot on your ear.

“All mine. Omega,” he breathed.

You froze, staring at him as he pulled away, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. How did he know? You were on suppressants. Always had been when you had been around him.

Trying to play it off, you forced yourself to shake your head. “You want me to be an Omega? Bit of an odd roleplay. But I guess…” You reached out to touch his shirt, but he stopped your movement with a tight grip on your wrist. Wincing, you said, “Tony, what—”

“We both know you don’t have to pretend with that one.” He leaned in and inhaled deeply against your neck. “I know you’ve felt that ache.’ His lips gently brushed your skin and you shivered underneath his kiss. “I can taste it.” Involuntarily, you leaned towards him and he smiled against your neck. “Placebos. The last two weeks.”

Your blood ran cold. You knew something had been off about the way you felt. You had felt more desire for your customers than normal.

No no no no.

You tried to jerk away but he held tight.

“It was easy to pay Tommy to switch them out. You know having you employed is a risk for him. Even with the suppressants, you still smell and taste that much different than others. Probably why he only usually lets you take high end jobs. Worth the risk if the price is right. Doesn’t want you getting hurt for a small pile of change.”

How could Tommy have agreed to that? Your mouth was dry. There was a reason Tony was getting under your skin as much as he was now… any Alpha like him. And with Cap in the house too… it was no surprise you would react.

“I think this will be a more exciting experience if we turn this into a game. You like games, don’t you, Y/N?”

Breathing erratically, you decided on a whim to try to play his game. He was in charge after all… an Alpha. He was riled up; you felt his erection against you. Wanting to please him, you got out, “Depends on the game.”

“You run. We seek you out.”

You had not even seen Steve yet.

“You’re joking, right?” you asked him, holding your glass tighter to your chest.

“Do I sound like I’m joking?”

He came closer again and laid a gentle hand on your waist. “You’ll be perfect at it.” He leaned in, pecking your cheek. Subtly, you leaned towards him, your mouth open slightly. His eyes were darker now, no doubt him arousing himself thinking of the hunt. His hand slipped beneath your skirt, cupping your ass. This time he gently kissed you, reaching up to you take your glass from you. “Won’t you, babydoll?”

Averting your gaze from his, you nodded. Heart hammering, you were wildly thinking about what you should do? Play his game? Try to hide for the night? Try to scale the fence outside? No. That would be rude.

He drew you from your thoughts, cupping both sides of your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “Steve’s ready. Been more than ready to hold you and fuck you right.” Tony drew in his bottom lip slightly, his eyes raking over you. “As have I.”

Thumb tracing your lip, you shivered as he said, “I know you’re not in heat. But, you like my attention, don’t you? Want me to hold you tight? I didn’t think you’d look and smell so fucking good but I’m not complaining.”

You did not trust yourself to speak, starting to feel frightened about how you were reacting to him scenting you all over your skin, wishing for more. You had not reacted to an Alpha for more than a year since you had started your suppressants. Losing control was scary.

His lips pressed firmly against yours and you responded in like.

“Figure the kitchen table is as good as any place. But I think you’ll be more comfortable on a bed.”

Your breath froze instinctively again as he leaned in. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “This is the part where you run.”

Your footsteps pounded in your ears as you ran down the hallway. You did not know where you were heading and you panicked, knowing damn well Tony knew the layout of this house and he had probably told Steve as well.

The halls were winding. You knew going up only trapped you, but you would not go up to the top floor. You would find a place on the third. If only the wood floors were not so goddamn creaky! You would be able to conceal yourself easier.

Any bedroom was as good as any and you bolted into one and into its bathroom.

Breathing shakily, you crouched in the tub, holding your knees close to your body. The curtain was mostly closed but there was still visibility. Luckily, the window was over the sink and the light from the moon would not cause your silhouette on the curtain.

The house was quiet.

Besides your breath as you tried to calm from the running.

It was too quiet.

Until you heard a squeak on the floor below it sounded like. They were circling in. Excitement was coursing through you, your mind running through the possibilities of what they would do to you when they found you. And worried too. If you had been off your suppressants for two weeks…

Suddenly, a shadow moved across the wall near the tub and you gasped, your hand coming to your mouth. There had not been any noise, no sound of anyone even entering the bedroom. You were unsure if anyone was actually in there with you.

You kept your eyes trained on the wall where the shadow was – not a solid figure but an outline, nonetheless. Perhaps there was something outside the window… but you were three floors up.

Moving cautiously, you pulled the shower curtain back further.

Revealing an empty, dark bathroom. Your eyes scanned the room frightened.

A new shape caught your eye in the corner.

Maybe you were playing tricks on yourself. This was because tony had frightened you with telling you people had died in here.

Then the shape flexed in size.

A scream erupted and you bolted out of the tub.

Running blind, you escaped the bedroom heading for the stairs.

Strong hands gripped you around your waist, yanking you to the side.

You cried out and grasped at the door frame. Your hands were ripped away and you were at the mercy of the grasp on your waist.

“Shh,” a voice whispered in your ear as they drug you back further into the room. “No need to be afraid.”

The hair on the back of your neck rose, scenting the Alpha holding you close. Especially him, without his shirt, his bare skin touching you. You mewled involuntarily.

“That’s it, darling,” he husked, turning you around to face him, keeping a tight grasp on you.

Steve had to help! The three of you needed to get out of this house.

“There was a ghost! A demon!” you gasped out, trying to look over your shoulder but he forced you to look at him again.

“No, no,” Steve purred, burying his nose into your neck. “You’re safe, Omega.”

Your breath hitched at the title and you relented for just a moment, forgetting why you were afraid. You were safe of course. Steve could protect you.

Snapping out of your haze, you shook your head.

“No,” you protested, your fingers digging into his arms. “You don’t understand. Upstairs –”

Steve nipped at your ear and pressed you against the wall. “Come now, I can calm you down, darling.” You tried to argue but he kissed you deeply, cutting off whatever you were going to say. You began falling into it, following his lead. Against your lips, he praised, “Good girl. You’re so riled up. Let me take care of you.”

You were falling victim to your hormones. You had to stay above water.

Again, you tried, “Steve, I swear –”

He hushed you again, his hands at the bow at your back. “Quiet, Omega. I promise we’ll protect you.” He untied the bow, moving his hands to the straps at your shoulders. “You’re so beautiful. Soft. Perfect.”

You melted under his words.

“Put her on the bed, Steve,” you heard Tony state from the doorway.

Steve chuckled against your lips and said, “You really don’t like foreplay, do you Tony?”

“I like foreplay plenty. I just know how to get the girl wet.”

Steve picked you up suddenly drawing a gasp out of you. As soon as you were on the bed, Tony flipped you onto your stomach, his hand pressing down on your back to hold you in place.

You felt the fabric at your pussy rip, leaving you exposed.

A rapt smack on your ass caused you to yelp. His fingers delved between your lips and you gasped.

“Let’s present ourselves nicely, Y/N. You have such a tight, welcoming cunt. Let’s not give Cap here the wrong idea.”

Tony added another finger and your own dug into the comforter, biting your bottom lip. His thumb worked your clit and you keened, grinding gently.

SMACK.

You whined when another blow landed, grinding harder.

“Steve, you like what you see? She’s well behaved, isn’t she? Fucking perfect.”

You were empty and you looked over your shoulder, seeing Tony licking his fingers.

Steve’s fingers traced your hips, a soft exhale leaving his mouth. You mewled when his fingers brushed your pussy, playing with your wetness.

Tony cupped your chin and he cooed, “Look at that. How wanton you are, darling. I gotta say, I’ve been wanting to fill you for a while.” His thumb entered your mouth and you sucked earnestly. His pupils were blown wide, looking hungry. “You can take as many suppressants as you want but kitten, I could see right through you and your need to be fucked and taken care of was glaring.” He kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips. Groaning, he promised, “And you’re going to get it.”

Suddenly, Steve hiked your hips up and he entered swiftly.

You cried out as he pounded, feeling his cock hit your core.

“So fucking tight,” Steve grunted, his fingers digging into your hips.

Over the noise, you heard Tony let out a laugh. “I knew she could get you to drop an f bomb, Cap.”

Turning your head, you saw Tony pleasuring himself, watching the two of you. You could not wait for him to take you too.

Your head was swimming with arousal, wanting Steve to finish inside you. You needed to make him happy, allow him pleasure. His thrusts grew ever more sporadic, his pants becoming shorter.

“Alpha,” you whined.

That was enough to send him over the edge, coating you.

Tony’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up. He crawled onto the bed with you, holding you close. You gasped when his finger found your clit, stimulating you.

“Let’s get you off again, baby. Make you that much wetter for me.”

He had you crying out, his arms holding you tight as you saw stars.

Tony filled you and you cried out at the intrusion when you were still so sensitive.

“You’re going to be amazing,” he husked against your ear. “I’m going to keep you all for us. You’ll never have to work outside this house again.”

Driving himself up into you, his hand closed around your neck. You groaned against the sensation, drowning in your pleasure. Your skin was on fire, electricity shooting through you.

“Alpha. Please,” you begged.

“Beautiful, Omega,” Tony moaned, his thrusts becoming faster.

When the two of you came tumbling down again, you all but collapsed in his arms.

His hands were gentle as they repositioned you, laying you softly onto the bed. Coming down beside you on one side, Steve on the other, Tony pulled the blanket over you all.

“We have all night, babydoll.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. whispered in your ear, “You’re gonna love it here with us.”

You snuggled in closer to them, knowing they were going to protect you. You did not ever have to worry about being safe again.

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[strawberry-skies-xx]

a million reasons to let you go

C H A P T E R   T W E L V E

word count: 4042

tags:  eventual hiccup/astrid, slow burn, fluff, angst, happy ending, feral hiccup, hiccup whump, bamf hiccup, protective astrid, protective hiccup, interrogation, aftermath of torture, implied/referenced torture, hurt/comfort, stoick’s a+ parenting, stoick’s bad parenting, hiccstrid fluff, hiccup and toothless friendship

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Hiccup wakes up, and he whines. His head hurts, his entire body hurts, and most of all, there’s no familiar warmth next to him.

He sits up in the bed - bed? - and his gaze darts around frantically until it lands on a mass of black scales in the corner. Toothless’s head raises instantly, green eyes wide, and when he sees Hiccup he jumps, chirping joy-love-Hiccup as he stands up and launches himself at Hiccup.

Hiccup laughs, letting Toothless nudge into him as he nuzzles right back, closing his eyes and pressing his face into his warm, familiar, obsidian scales, a low purr rumbling from both of them.

It’s several moments until he pulls away, and then takes a good look at where he is.

Still Berk, he notes with an irritated huff as he spots the crest on a piece of armor in the corner, but it’s a bedroom, and not a cell. They’re in some house, empty and small.

Hiccup sits up, shifting to swing his legs over the bed, and then he notices he can’t feel his left leg. At all.

Toothless nudges at the blanket with a mournful whine of hurt, and Hiccup stares down at the metal prosthetic coming from his leg when he sets his feet down on the wooden floor.

Hiccup breathes, and then he pushes himself up, bracing one hand on the bedpost.

One step, and he collapses. Toothless whimpers, nudging his head under Hiccup’s arm to catch him. Hiccup whistles soft gratitude, and Toothless bows his head slightly in acknowledgment.

The door is locked when they finally make their way over to it, and Hiccup and Toothless both growl.

Hiccup’s growl gives way to a whimper, sagging slightly against Toothless. They had been free, they had been as one in the skies like they were supposed to, and Berk took that away from them, again. He’s so tired of fighting the Vikings; Hiccup didn’t want any of this, and now they can’t escape it. They’re outnumbered, outmatched, and they can’t fly, they can’t do the one thing they love the most; they’re captives. It goes against everything Hiccup and Toothless are, makes their skin prickle and their blood simmer with hatred.

Toothless whines, nuzzling into Hiccup, and the boy gives a weak smile, letting Toothless guide him over to the corner he was in and curling up. Hiccup lays down, Toothless moving his tail so Hiccup can prop his prosthetic on it and folding his wing over him, one paw slipping under Hiccup’s head and the others circling around Hiccup, his head bending down to hide him completely.

Hiccup purrs at the familiar warmth of Toothless and the safety of being hidden in the dark cocoon of his body, leaning up to nuzzle against the underside of Toothless’s jaw and getting a responding purr and nuzzle.

He relaxes, then, closing his eyes and settling into the warm darkness, feeling Toothless relax in response and curl his tail just slightly closer around Hiccup.

Hiccup doesn’t sleep, but he drifts, the throbbing pain of his stump fading in the nothingness. Toothless’s body vibrates with a low, steady purr, prompting Hiccup to respond with his own purr occasionally, his body going lax and his mind emptying. Here, he can almost pretend that they’re free, can almost pretend that they’re simply sleeping in their cave in the forest and not in a Viking house.

It lasts for a time far too short for either of them, when Hiccup is drifting into a deep sleep and Toothless’s eyes snap open at the click of the door latch. The door swings quietly open, Stoick - Viking-alpha to Toothless - appearing in the doorway, and Toothless’s eyes narrow.

Stoick had apologized, but Hiccup had taught Toothless that apologies are not everything. His apology didn’t make up for everything he did while they were in his prison, didn’t make up for him separating them, something so wrong that Toothless recoils at the simple thought of it, let alone the memory of the agony without his other half.

So Toothless hisses and growls, moving only to tighten his paws and curl closer around Hiccup, but otherwise he doesn’t disturb his other half. Not unless it’s necessary, because Hiccup is wounded beyond bleeding and Toothless will not wake him and hurt him further.

Stoick holds his hands out in peace, and Toothless hisses. Stoick doesn’t stop, still moving forward in a half-crouch - that is Hiccup’s half-crouch, Toothless thinks with a low fire of anger rising higher, that is what Hiccup does, not Stoick-Viking-alpha.

Stoick gets within a foot of Toothless, and the dragon snaps, his teeth closing within an inch of Stoick’s hand as he yells and yanks it back.

Hiccup stirs, though, whimpering softly as his breath hitches and he shifts in Toothless’s paws.

Toothless growls at Stoick in retribution for making him wake Hiccup, and then he looks down at his other half. He loosens his paws, allowing a little light in because he knows being trapped in the dark scares Hiccup when he first wakes up, and watches him slowly stir, a mournful warble of sleep again and a light nuzzle into Hiccup’s hair getting a playful smack on his nose and a chirp of no-awake-now.

Toothless rolls his eyes and huffs, and then turns his gaze back to Stoick, snapping at him when he sees that the Viking-alpha has tried to get closer. He hisses threat, feeling Hiccup respond to it with a tensing of his body, and glares at Stoick as he retreats quickly.

Hiccup pokes his head out from underneath Toothless’s wing, seeing Stoick, and he glares as well, despite the sadness in Stoick’s gaze when he looks at him.

They’re captives again because of him, they’re not-free, and Hiccup wants to fight, he does.

But he feels Toothless’s warmth next to him and remembers what Stoick did last time Hiccup fought, remembers the cold nights curled alone in the corner of a cell.

“I want to know your name,” Stoick says.

Hiccup makes a decision, because he wants to be free and he’s so tired of fighting, he doesn’t want to be away from Toothless and he doesn’t want to hurt anymore.

It doesn’t mean he’s happy about it, though, and so his glare is filled with vehemence and hatred as he meets Stoick’s eyes.

“Hiccup,” he hisses bitterly, angrily, watching Stoick’s eyes widen.

Stoick’s mouth opens and he straightens, backing away in shock. Hiccup glares at him all the while - Stoick stopped being his father eleven years ago, and it’s far too late to start now.

Stoick looks down at them, shock and despair in his eyes, and Toothless curls tighter around Hiccup.

“Hiccup,” Stoick breathes, crouching down, and he starts reaching out, eyes shining as tears start welling up. “Gods, Hiccup…”

Toothless tilts his head, curiously watching Stoick, but his eyes narrow quickly and he swiftly snaps at Stoick’s hands when they get too close and Hiccup shrinks away.

Stoick pulls his hands back, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of Hiccup, who whimpers fear softly and shifts a little further back into the shadow of Toothless’s wing and body. “That’s why you were so familiar,” Stoick mutters, almost to himself. “I knew I was missing something, but you were with that dragon so much and I couldn’t see past my own anger and uncertainty...”

“I’m so sorry, Hiccup,” Stoick says, focusing back in on them, a few stray tears running down his face now. “I hope… maybe in the future, you can forgive me-“

His eyes widen as Hiccup instantly growls, fierce and harsh. Never-forgive, he hisses, and he means it. Stoick hurt Hiccup in ways unimaginable, both when he was human and not, and it’s a cemented decision that neither Hiccup or Toothless will forgive him for any of it - though… they won’t actively hate him either.

Stoick’s face falls, but he smooths the expression out and glances down. “I understand,” he says. “I deserve that.”

He looks up again, and then he stands up. “I know you won’t forgive me,” he says. “But I’m not going to hurt you anymore. I promise.”

He turns and leaves, the door open when he does, and they can see the blue sky out from beyond it. Hiccup and Toothless both stare out at it, cautious but both of their hearts leaping with hope at the sight. They’re unsure whether Stoick meant it that way, if he really did mean his promise, but both of them want to leave this house.

A shadow blocks the doorway as they think, resolving itself into Astrid as she slowly walks in, crouching down. She stops a few feet away and doesn’t force herself any closer, and Hiccup feels himself relax slightly, all thoughts of Stoick fleeing his mind. He’s familiar with Astrid, knows that she’ll listen to him when he says no and knows that she can read his boundaries without him saying anything. Astrid won’t hurt him, he knows that now, for certain.

She gives a small, soft smile. “Hey,” she says quietly. Hiccup’s own lips tilt up into a smile, and he dips his head slightly in shy acknowledgment.

“Hi,” he replies softly.

Astrid leans back to sit, but Hiccup makes a protesting whine and he lurches as if to move closer. He doesn’t, still unwilling to move out of the shadow of Toothless, but Astrid takes the hint and moves until she’s a foot away from him - close, but not suffocating, and he can still see the blue sky beyond the door.

Hiccup relaxes. Toothless rumbles a hello at Astrid, in which she laughs and responds in kind, and he rests his head on his paws, tail lashing once against the floor with a thud.

“Are you okay?” Astrid asks, glancing to Hiccup’s leg where it’s hidden beneath Toothless’s wing.

Hiccup shrugs, lips still tilted up into a smile. He can’t help it; he has Astrid here, and he knows she won’t hurt him, knows that she won’t cross his boundaries. He’s forgiven her, and some unexplainable feeling of joy spreads through him, like when him and Toothless are flying together, soaring through the sky and diving and twirling.

It’s not as good - Hiccup and Toothless’s flight is euphoria, is freedom and life and together-us and like nothing else, but it’s close.

Toothless’s warmth is next to him, and Astrid is smiling in front of him, and Hiccup feels as if he could stay here forever. He wants to stay here forever.

Astrid glances down, but Hiccup keeps staring, apparently unable to tear his eyes away. He studies the curves and dips of Astrid’s face, her hair as it shines in the sun, her lips and her blue eyes. She can feel his gaze, and she lets him look, an idea slowly forming in her mind.

Impulsively, Astrid leans close, twisting her fingers in the collar of Hiccup’s leather armor and pausing. She feels him jump, sees Toothless’s eyes open from the corner of her vision, but Hiccup doesn’t pull away and doesn’t tense, so she pulls him close, pausing for just a breath before she meets her lips with his, feeling his head tilt to meet hers.

Of all the touches he’s endured since his capture, hers is the one he melts into, his shoulders dropping down and his fingers skimming feather-light over her hips, tilting his head just that little bit more to get a better angle.

Astrid pulls away first, watching Hiccup sway slightly towards her before he opens his eyes, the bright green slightly glazed, but his full attention is on her. It’s the same sort of draconic interest as if a dragon were preying on her, but on Hiccup, it’s adoring and entirely enamored. She feels as if she’s captured him, with just a touch of lips.

She smiles. “Go,” she says, nodding to Toothless, who’s watching them curiously, deeming her not a threat. “You’ve had enough of Vikings for a month,” she continues, and her smile widens knowingly as right then, he twitches as a group of Vikings walk near the doorway talking, gaze flicking to them briefly, probably what is far too close for his comfort. Hel, the other side of the island is probably still too close for his comfort.

He stays, though, and leans towards her, lips tilting into a small smile. Astrid feels her heart give a traitorous flutter as she realizes that the only reason he’s still here, still talking, is for her. “Not yet,” he says quietly.

She frowns, and Hiccup nods at Toothless’s missing tailfin and his leg. “It hurts.”

Astrid nods, frowning at the fact that they can’t be free, and then Hiccup seems to go limp, sagging and glancing down. Her face shifts to one of concern, leaning forward and hovering her hands over him. “Hiccup? What’s wrong?”

Toothless’s nose nudges Astrid’s back, a worried whine coming from him, and Hiccup looks up at her.

She feels sympathy flood through her, because Hiccup’s eyes are tired, a dull green glazed with pain and not nearly as bright as they should be, and it unsettles Astrid to see him like this. “Stay,” he whispers softly, almost pleadingly.

Astrid nods and then, without considering consequences, she puts a warning hand on Toothless’s scales before turning to sit and lean back against him. Toothless huffs, but then he sees Hiccup and whimpers, looking at Astrid and deciding to allow it.

Hiccup looks at her, and she pats her crossed legs. “Do you want to lay down?”

He glances down, and Astrid holds her breath as he considers. This is new territory for both of them, and Astrid’s never been able to get this close to Hiccup for so long. He’s never allowed himself to be vulnerable around her.

They weren’t in love, then - or, that’s what she hopes he feels. She feels that, anyway, a feeling of love and protectiveness and adoration so strong that she couldn’t hope to fight it even if she wanted to, which she very, very much does not.

He meets her eyes, and she frowns. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she says quickly, and tries to keep her face from falling when he gives a small shake of his head.

He moves beside her, though, so close they’re almost touching, and sits leaning against Toothless, who purrs and lays his head back down again. Astrid waits, but he doesn’t say anything, and she sits in comfortable silence.

Her curiosity wins out, though, and she speaks quietly into the silence. “So… what now?”

Hiccup shrugs. “I stay here. I can’t leave. Toothless can’t fly, and I can’t walk. I’m defenseless.”

Astrid frowns. She feels the weight of their captivity almost as acutely as they do, and she looks down. “Why don’t you go to the cove and stay there?”

Hiccup leans his head back against Toothless’s scales, closing his eyes. His voice is tinged with bitterness when he speaks next. “I have to remake my sword, and Toothless’s tail. I need the forge.”

Astrid goes quiet. She doesn’t know what to say to that - she has a feeling that Hiccup won’t trust anyone else with the making of his inventions, even her. Not that she’d expect him to trust her at all after what she did, but he seems to be… friendlier with her, at least.

It’s a few minutes in the silence before she feels a weight on her shoulder, and she turns her head carefully, seeing Hiccup’s mess of auburn hair spread over her shoulder as his head leans against it, eyes closed and face peaceful, breathing even with sleep.

She takes a sharp breath and goes still, eyes widening, and she looks away. Oh, gods, she can’t fuck this up, she can’t-

He shifts, his brow furrowing as she glances back, and settles against her shoulder again. She takes a breath, and then moves, putting one hand on his back and another on the back of his head. “Hiccup,” she whispers.

He frowns, stirring with a soft hum, and she pushes him gently forwards. “You’ll be more comfortable if you lay down,” she says quietly, practically holding her breath so as not to truly wake him.

There’s a moment of resistance where he pushes back against her, and she hovers her hands over him, not forcing. “Sorry,” she says automatically, face heating. “You don’t have to.” This is all so new - Viking affection is rough and hard, and handling someone like him, with gentleness and care, is not out of her ability, but it’s difficult. His trust is like glass, easily breakable and hard to put back together.

But she’ll try, for Hiccup.

He hesitates, green eyes opening just the slightest bit to look down at her lap, and then follows the push blindly after a long moment, laying down with his head on her lap and shifting so his legs are stretched out straight rather than at an angle. Astrid stays perfectly still as he settles, turning his face into the dip between her crossed legs and going still and lax once again.

She exhales, eyes wide and mildly panicking at the fact that she has Hiccup, sleeping with his head in her lap, trusting her so blindly even after he’d resisted before. “Oh gods,” she whispers, and she looks down at him, content and peaceful and silent.

Astrid knows then, with certainty, that she will deeply hurt anyone who harms Hiccup, will defend him with her life, and she has a feeling that he will too.

Toothless purrs, and Astrid’s breath comes a little hysterically as his tail curls around the both of them, his nose nudging Astrid’s side as he lays down. She breathes as evenly as possible, trying not to break this fragile trust that they have in her.

It’s a few minutes before she realizes the trust isn’t all that fragile, when she unwittingly relaxes into Toothless’s back, and the dragon gives no response other than a light huff of breath. Astrid glances down at Hiccup, then, an idea forming.

She puts one hand down, lightly setting her fingers in his hair, and he doesn’t shift. She slowly runs a hand through the soft auburn, her breath catching when he stirs and tilts the slightest bit up into the contact.

“Oh my gods,” she breathes again, her hand stilling to recover from the surrealism of the situation, and Hiccup stirs again, head tilting back to look at her.

She looks down, meeting green eyes glazed with sleep, utterly trusting of her and almost adoring again, like after she’d kissed him. It makes Astrid’s chest tighten, happiness spreading through her so thoroughly that it almost feels like a pressure inside her.

Hiccup’s mouth tilts into that crooked half-smile of his - except it’s not half, anymore. There’s a light in his eyes that wasn’t there before when he looked at her, and a sort of unrestrained joy to his smile that she only ever sees when he looks at or plays with Toothless.

She can’t help but smile back, and it’s only when Hiccup’s brow furrows and a slight worried frown appears on his lips that her face shifts to concern.

He pauses, though, long enough that Astrid gets the sense his verbal limit is coming up soon, if not already passed. He’s done talking to humans for the day, and it’s a sign of his trust and favor - Astrid wants to believe it's love - that he is still talking to her.

“Will you stay?” he asks, so soft she may not have heard it if she wasn’t already listening.

Astrid nods. “Yes, I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

He nods to himself, but his frown only grows deeper, his body tensing as he looks back up at her. “Astrid?”

She meets his gaze, filled with uncertainty and fear and a little bit of hope, lit behind the green.

He gives a quiet whistle, something like a coo and a purr, and the tone of it makes Astrid force herself to breathe normally, biting back a gasp.

It’s almost unmistakable what he’s trying to say, even in a dragon language, and it makes Astrid’s entire body go warm, her heart beating fast inside her chest and the pressure of her joy almost suffocating.

Love-you, Hiccup had said, and his face heats when he realizes what he did. Annoyance darkens his gaze at her smile and he turns his face away, back into the dip between her crossed legs where he’d been laying before.

Astrid puts one hand on his hair. “I love you, too, Hiccup,” she says in response, and feels him tense before relaxing, going completely pliant and settling into his position with his head in her lap.

She runs her hand through his hair as he lays entirely still, not twitching when Vikings walk by out of the door or making any sort of protesting noise. Rather, she notices with quiet surprise and joy, he starts purring, a low, rumbling noise similar to what Toothless makes.

She keeps going, the purr gradually dying as he fades into sleep, and she absently starts a small braid in the back of his hair.

She doesn’t notice the form blocking the light from the door until there’s a shocked gasp and both her and Toothless look up, eyes narrowed.

Snotlout stands in the doorway, staring at the two of them and Toothless, and he opens his mouth with much more intent than simple surprise, brow furrowing and his thoughts reading plainly on his face.

Astrid’s eyes narrow further and she glares at him, murder in her eyes. If he dares to disturb Hiccup, she will make his death slow and painful.

“Snotlout,” she says, in a soft voice but with a tone hard as steel, and his eyes widen slightly at the obvious threat. “Go outside, now, and don’t say anything about this, to anyone. Got it?”

Snotlout frowns, his thoughts resolving even more obviously as his mouth opens wider, and her glare gets fiercer.

“Snotlout,” she hisses. “I will break every single bone in your body, slowly, if you say anything that offends these two, or wakes him up. Get out, and don’t say a word.”

He closes his mouth, gaze going flat with how unimpressed and petulant he is about it, but Astrid doesn’t care. She will not let him wake Hiccup up for his stupid antics, not after it took so long for Hiccup to trust her enough to do this.

Hiccup stirs then, a soft whimper escaping him, his brows creasing slightly. Astrid turns her gaze from him, back up to Snotlout, her fiery blue eyes harsh and cold, conveying just how slow and painful his death will be if Hiccup does wake up.

Snotlout’s eyes widen and he holds his hands up in surrender, slowly backing away and out the door. She catches him roll his eyes before he turns away, mouth moving with some comment that Astrid couldn’t care less about.

Of course, Stoick comes in next, barely making it through the door without shaking the entire house, and he stops dead in the doorway, eyes wide as he stares at her, Hiccup, and Toothless.

“By the gods, Astrid,” he breathes - still too loud, as Hiccup’s crease grows deeper and he shifts again, a frustrated whine coming from him as he tries settling back into sleep.

“Chief,” she hisses in low admonishment, not a slow death like she did Snotlout, but rather a very fierce plea for him to not wake Hiccup up. She may be reckless already in admonishing the Chief of Berk of all people, but she does have some restraint.

Stoick crouches down, staring at Hiccup as he sleeps, and then back up at Astrid. “How?” he mouths, and Astrid winces. He doesn’t know the full story yet, of her meetings with him over the past two and a half months.

She shakes her head. “Later,” she replies quietly, and Stoick frowns, but he nods and stands up, slowly backing out of the room.

Astrid looks back down at Hiccup and sighs, then starts her rhythm through his hair again.

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The Royal Guard’s Secret Ch. 1 (A SidLink Omegaverse Au)

Chapter 1: The Mysterious Beauty

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sidon asked his sister as he pulled the curtain back a little to look out at the quieting Castle Town around them. During the day he was sure this place was bursting with life but they had arrived late as something had been brought up.

Prince Sidon was to be presented to the Princess of Hyrule as a mature alpha. The kingdoms of Hyrule as well as Zora's Domain were to join together with the matching of the prince and princess.

There was one rather large problem however. Sidon was not a mature alpha. He was in fact...a virgin. He didn't know the first thing about taking a mate. He didn't understand heats or marking an omega. All he knew about was things that his teacher Muzu had given him in the extensive pamphlets during school lessons, which was no experience whatsoever.

He honestly wanted to take a mate of someone he loved but he had yet to meet anyone who got his heart racing and a flush to his cheeks.

The only one who knew of this problem? His sister. She agreed that he needed to know what was going on before he even thought of giving himself to a princess. Alphas were suppose to know yet Sidon really didn't with his inexperience. Being an Omega herself, Mipha was not really much help at all. So this was the only thing she could think of.

Castle Town was known for having many different things from special food vendors to different types of clothing. A melting pot so to speak of people as well as goods.

Though in the outskirts of town held some other...places. The outskirts were a bit of a darker place where questionable things were held. Everyone was told to stay away from the outskirts unless of course you were looking for that sort of thing.

And that was why Sidon was there upon Mipha's insistence. They had to arrive in an unmarked carriage, Sidon having to leave all of his embellishments with his luggage. They needed to be discreet. It would be an awful thing if they found out that the prince of the Zoras was in a place such as this. So discretion was to be upheld. And that was the motto of this place, or so Mipha had been told by a traveler they had come across.

What kind of a place it was really was up for debate, though most men and women came there for one thing; to spend a rather physical night with the omegas that “worked” there. It was a dream for those who wanted to be able to mate with an omega with no strings attached.

As much as Mipha did not approve of such a thing she knew that this was the only place that Sidon could get practice before they were to meet the princess.

“It's either this or you end up on your wedding night with no idea what to do,” Mipha said to him. “We can turn around and head to the castle like we are suppose to right now. We'll just be a few days early is all.”

Sidon sighed as he let the curtain fall, tucking the money he needed into the belt that he wore in a pouch on his hips. “I'd rather know what I'm doing.”

“Then by all means, go ahead,” Mipha said. “I'll meet you at the castle tomorrow, alright?”

Sidon nodded his head, grabbing hold of the door hand a little nervously. Mipha pat his shoulder lightly. “Everyone feels like this when doing...well that for the first time. It'll be alright.”

Sidon gave a small smile tough still felt a little weird that his sister was encouraging him to do this of all things. But she understood how embarrassing it would be to go to mate with the princess and having no idea what he was doing.

He stepped from the carriage and onto the road. The cloaked Zoran guard lightly snapped the reigns of the horse and the carriage pulled away, leaving Sidon standing in front of the building. It didn't have anything on the outside, looking much like a normal two story home. The only indication it was the place he was looking for was the crescent moon that was on the small sign that sat before the front step.

“G Treasures” was the name of the place from what he recalled his sister saying. He was surprised she had been able to find such a place but he wasn't about to ask questions of who she was talking to. It was a little terrifying but he knew that she was old enough to make the right decisions and steer him in the right direction.

He stepped into the home, rolling his shoulders in a bit to shrunk down a little to make himself not so big. He was honestly an eye sore even without all of his embellishments. He was still a bright red, very tall, Zora.

“You in the right place?” came a voice from behind a desk as he entered. Sidon startled a bit, nearly knocking over a potted plant. He quickly grabbed it to prevent a mess, setting it back on the table he had bumped into.

“This is G Treasures, is it not?” he asked, looking to the masked man that sat behind the desk. He was large, nearly as tall as him, with bright orange hair. A mask of a pig sat upon his face, hiding everything of him except the orange beard and mocking smirk on his lips.

A large grin spread across his face and he rose slowly from the desk. “You found the right place. Welcome to this treasured home. A place where alpahs like yourself can have the most fun you would like, as long as you follow the rules of course.”

“How did you-”

“Know you're an alpha? I can smell it on you. Alphas like myself and you have a distinct scent, much like betas and omegas have them as well....You're inexperienced aren't you? Honestly have to say I've never heard of that one before.”

“Is it really that obvious?” Sidon asked, shifting uncomfortably. The man shrugged his shoulders a little bit.

“Well since you don't even recognize even another alpha's scent I would only assume that you don't know much. So what are you looking for to pop that cherry? Someone inexperienced like you so you could go on the journey together or someone who knows what they're doing?”

“I would much like someone who knew what they were doing. I just hope that they wouldn't mind helping me through this,” Sidon said, reaching for the pouch on his hip for the money. “You see I actually am-”

“No. No names. Don't want to be trailed back to you now would it?” the man asked with a sneer on his face. Sidon's scales paled and he shook his head.

“Goodness no.”

“Then quiet. Now the rules. One hundred rupees per hour with the one of your choosing. You do as you wish, just do not under any circumstances mark my omegas or get them pregnant. I'm assuming that's nearly impossible however considering I make sure they are all on a suppressant to keep that from happening,” the man explained, going through one of the drawers on the desk, pulling out a key with a blue gem sparkling on it.

“I only have four hundred,” Sidon said as he pulled the pouch from his hips. “Is that enough to get...what I need done?”

“I'll cut you a break here,” he said taking the pouch from his hands. “I'll give you this one for the rest of the night. Just be out of here tomorrow morning. You like men right?”

“I well-”

“Haven't tried anything. Give him a shot. If you don't like him, just come back down here and I'll set you up with another.”

“I'm not quite sure-”

“On the second floor all the way at the end. Now get moving. You're wasting your precious time,” the man finished with a scowl, turning when he heard the tinkle of the bell on the outside door. “Now get going, I've got other customers and I'm not about to hold your hand while you mate with the omega.”

Sidon clutched the key in his hand, stepping up the stairs as the masked man walked away from him. He had to get moving like he said. Mipha had also reminded him not to let too many people see him. Who knew what people would come in there and who would recognize him as the Domain's prince.

The key felt like a lead weight in his hand as he approached the door. The halls were lit with a few lanterns, making it a little hard to see. Each door he passed had a symbol on it, each a different color and shape. Questionable noises emitted from one room, quickly having him step up the pace so he could get there faster.

The door in question seemed to stare back at him with the painted blue glass, mimicking the same gem on the key in his hand. This was it. This was the one that he would be with that night. His nerves bubbled in his stomach, causing hesitation.

It wasn't like he could go back now. The masked man had his money and his sister was long gone off to the inn in the town.

“Come now Sidon. You're a prince. You can do this,” he said to himself, straightening himself up and using the key to unlock the door.

Inside the sweet smell of of cinnamon hit him like a wall. Slowly he inhaled, his eyes dialating slowly. What was that scent?

He slowly followed the scent further inside, closing the door behind him, until the bed hit his legs, snapping him out of his slight trance.

“Hey there,” came a warm voice from the bed. Sidon jumped a moment, looking in the dim light of the candles to the form on the bed.

A blonde hylian man lay naked on the bed, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, blue eyes piercing at him through the darkness.

“H-hello,” he responded, captivated by those gorgeous blue eyes.

With a smile on his lips the blonde rolled his shoulders as he sat up, the blanket falling to either side of him, baring himself to the prince.

Sidon felt his mouth go dry, feeling a stirring in his pelvis. He certainly knew now that males were something he would prefer when it came to omegas. Though he had to keep that away when he married the princess.

Those thoughts quickly halted as the blonde rose a hand and gestured him to come closer with his finger. Sidon obeyed without a moment's hesitation. His knee pushed into the bed as he hovered over him, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

“I've never been with a Zora before,” he purred as he laid down, pulling Sidon down with him. The prince braced a hand next to his head looking down at him as his blonde locks laid about the pillow. “Ever been with a Hylian?”

“I well...No.”

“Well it doesn't matter, you haven't ever been with someone like me before,” the blonde whispered, leaning up to run the tip of his tongue over his cheek.

Sidon visibly shook, tempted to give into the touches but his brain was having a hard time keeping up with it.

“What's...what's your name?” he asked as he took deep breaths to calm himself. Hearing that the blonde leaned his head back a skeptical look on his face.

“You care about my name?”

“Yes, why wouldn't I?” he asked confused. Was this not proper etiquette in a place like this?

“Just, no one has ever cared to know. They come in, do their business and then leave,” the blonde said with a shrug.

“I would like to know.”

The blonde hesitated at first but then sighed, laying his arms over his head. “Link.”

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Like father, like daughter

The world seemed still to Valery, that one dark evening, she was still up reading, though the rest her family had went to bed by now, she refused to. Like every night, she was up reading the Book of Dragons. The one that her father and his friends had made when they were younger, when they still rode on the backs of dragons. Dragons were still part of Berk, but not in the way they once were. One time, years ago, dragons were everywhere. Practically everyone had one, even wild dragons were at home here, dragons were a way of life, they were everywhere you looked. Now, in the current time, it felt empty when she remembered the stories her father told her. Some of the wild dragons that remained on the surface would stop by, kids would be in awe, and then they’d leave. There’s one dragon that lives there, Thundercracker. Thundercracker had been here for seven years, and he was their local dragon, like a big brother to his rider. The memories of dragons remained in books and buildings... That was it though. That was all that you would hear of the dragons anymore. It’s why Valery would lay awake in bed, reading and re-reading the big book that detailed every dragon they’d encountered. Everything from a Terrible Terror to the might Bewilderbeast. Valery knew them all, this book became everything to her, there happened to be one dragon that stood at the top in her mind. The Night fury. The dragon that her own father used to ride, the only living dragon of his kind, to their knowledge at least. The dragon that risked tooth and nail to save her father, that fought a Bewilderbeast to protect her father, and through that event, became the King of Dragons. She could feel the energy when her father would retell the stories of how he would fly with that dragon. How he described it left chills in her body, they operated as one, rider and dragon, an unstoppable force. She sat up, holding the book in hand, tracing the drawings of the fury with her fingers. Everything about this beast amazed her, it’s speed, it’s pure power, a creature that harnessed lightning to disappear. Valery had met the mighty Night fury a few times, when she was a baby, and once when she was a toddler, and those memories were everlasting despite how young she was when they happened. The memory of his piercing wild eyes that switched to warm and friendly in a moment’s notice, the alpha that cooed at first contact with her tiny hands. Now all she could think about were the stories, so she closed the book, slid it under her bed, and went to do something else. Not sleeping, walking. Walking in the woods to clear her head, and remember her favorite story. The story of how her father met the dragon that he called Toothless. The feeling of wood against her hand felt instantly freeing, as she entered the woods, grabbing onto a tree before she went any further, she wanted to make sure that she wasn’t intruding on a passing Monstrous Nightmare that might be in these woods. Not in the mood to bump into a wild dragon with a temper...that can also set itself on fire....it’s too late to have to deal that. Once a few silent minutes passed, she let out a small sigh of relief, though still keeping her hand on the hilt of her dagger as she proceeded, just in case.  Not to kill a dragon, of course, she’d never do that, but she needed some way to defend herself if it was an irrational creature, and not one that could be tamed with a simple show of trust. Being secure within the trees, she could finally feel alone, but in a way that was less terrifying and more...relaxing. Where she could draw or read or do whatever with guaranteed peace, in a place where she didn’t feel confined. A place where she could openly recite the story her father told. “I was just a boy, only three years older than you. Sixteen, and the weakest boy in the village.”, She mumbled, whenever she would do this, if a year had passed, she’d change the number. Tonight was the night of her birthday, so now she would change the four to three. “Way back then, Berk was at war with dragons. Killing dragons was everything, so thank Thor I was bad at it.”, She never understood that part, old Berk was rather odd to her when she’d think about it. Why would you enjoy killing a dragon? “I wanted to prove myself, you see, and so I tried to capture the one dragon that nobody had ever killed. The offspring of lightning and death itself, or, at least that’s what the book calls him.”, Valery paused, and looked up at the evening sky through the small breaks in the leaves, completely clear, however, she couldn’t help but to hear the crackling of thunder that would accompany a lightning bolt.  “I made my own weapon, a machine to throw a net, and I shot it at the first sight of the creature that could only been seen as he passed over the stars, and I hit him. The pained roar and the shadow falling far onto another side of the island told me that.”, She whispered that part, trying to keep the edge and mystery that her father had when he told the story. When she finished that sentence, a roar that she’d never heard broke her moment of storytelling. In that moment, Valery was dead still, completely quiet,  “Heyyyy mysterious dragon....you okay?”, She shakily murmured, the roar was eerily like the one described in the story, and it made her back up, her mind jumping to one of those memories of meeting Toothless....it sounded so similar...yet younger...and more afraid. No, it’s nothing, probably some kind of dragon with a weird roar. So, with every kind of reason she could make up, she continued the walk, and the story. “The next day, I followed the trail, I worked to try and find him. I did. There he was, wrapped up in the net, unable to move, groaning and still. He was alive. So, I approached with my dagger in my hand...”, Valery pulled out her own dagger, it was one almost exactly like his old one, but one detail set it apart. It had a Night fury and a Deadly Nadder carved into it’s hilt. The dragons that her parents rode together. Holding it really immersed her in the memory that she had not been there for, she could feel every second of it has she made eye contact with her reflection on the blade. “I held it up high, ready to stab it into the heart of this dragon....but I just couldn’t. His eyes, the pleading fear, the way he let his head fall against the dirt with his eyes closed....like he was accepting his death. I felt too pitiful....so I set him free.”, She could feel her own breathing falter, as she uttered the words that seemed to get to her every time. “I’m glad I didn’t leave it there, everything that happened, your life, wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t befriended Toothless. We changed the world, and I wouldn’t change a thing about our story.”, as she uttered the last few words, she let out a sigh, she meant to keep going, to remember the silly stories that came from him and his dragon’s first days of bonding.  Then she heard that roar again. It was more quiet, and more pained...now she really had to check it out. So she did. The walk took a awhile, she was listening, it was silent then, so she just kept going, hoping that the now faded roar could still lead her to the dragon....her hopes proved to be right... She could hear heavy breathing, the sounds of a struggle, what had happened to the poor thing? It had to be injured, that much was obvious. Though, like when she had first walked into the woods, she kept her dagger close, this time in hand as she peered from behind a tree. She really couldn’t believe her eyes, right there just a few feet in front of her, crashed into a clearing, forcing a few trees down onto the ground, was indeed a dragon, entangled in a net, trying to wiggle free, though it’s movement was limited. This felt familiar to her. Just like her father’s story, except she was clueless as to what brought this oddly colorful creature down. This dragon seemed to glow, blue and purple and a few other colors all mixed together on this striking dragon. It seemed like she knew the species, but she’s never seen this kind of dragon before...right? Only one way to find out, cautiously approaching, trying not to scare the dragon, she hid the dagger behind her back. The closer she crept, with each step, holding her breath and trying to observe every bit of her, she stopped in her tracks, not completely able to comprehend what she was seeing...the paws...the long ears...the tail with two fins on it’s end...this...this was a dragon species she had indeed seen before, yet this individual had been completely unknown to her. A Night fury...just like her father once had. This time, a colorful one, that was indeed much younger than the alpha. A female? That was her only guess, something about the way this animal was built. Just like a Night fury, but there were some miniscule details that made it apparent that this was indeed a female dragon. Maybe it was her size. She had seen drawings of Toothless when he was younger, comparing sizes to humans...this young Night fury was bigger than he was at that age, but she was indeed a few years younger than he had been when the sizes were written down. This she could tell when the beast had tilted it’s head upward as it writhed in the net, her grandmother had taught her how to tell a fury’s age by looking underneath it’s face. “Hey there girl...” Valery whispered, observation time can wait, she should be setting this fury free, not taking notes on her features. The dragon stopped moving, switching to starring at the human girl who had knelt beside her. “Don’t worry...i’m not here to hurt you...i’m here to help.” her voice softened even more so, she reach a hand out, putting the dagger down on the ground. The Night fury glanced at her from the resting position that she had fallen into, a quiet coo emerged from her throat when Valery stroked the scales that weren’t blocked by the ropes of the net.  “Easy there, easy, stay still. I don’t want to cut you.” She mumbled, slowly gripping the dagger, and making a point to be careful, holding one rope out and sawing away at it. One rope down, a few more to go, then it’s freedom for what could very well be the only other Night fury in existence. She worked as quick as she could, soon, it was a matter of the creature shaking off the remained ropes. Then, before her, stood the fury in her full glory. She really was glowing, seeing her stand and work her wings, registering the fact that she was free, it came to be an experience different from her father described his first encounter. He was afraid, and thought he would die, Toothless had been aggressive and flew away.  Valery was mystified, she was smiling and had to control herself from flapping her hands in pure joy, the fury did not turn away. In fact, the fury came closer, a small sniff.......then one huge lick that covered the young viking girl in dragon slobber. Valery burst into laughter, trying to wipe it away. “You’re welcome, ya’ big goober!” She giggled, no longer controlling the urge to keep herself  from stimming when she smiled at the dragon. The fury tilted her head, then started to laugh too, in her own language. She beamed an odd smile right back at Valery, and nuzzled against her, warbling all kinds of things as her tail swished back and forth.  Valery started to pet the top of the fury’s head, grinning as the fury kept rubbing her and making noises.  “Heh....guess you really like me huh?” Valery beamed, moving to stand more properly in front of the beast. The dragon roared in response, bumping into her, and causing her to fall onto the ground. “Okay okay! I get it!” she squealed, having to hold the sides of the dragon’s face so that she wouldn’t be bombarded with more dragon kisses. “Well, if we’re gonna be pals, I gotta give you a name...let’s see....hm...what about Pandora? It’s a real unique name, and you’re a real unique dragon.” she suggested, attempting to sit up. Being slung onto the creature’s back was a clear sign of a yes, Pandora, the young Night fury liked that name. She liked her new friend too. Things were certainly looking up now.

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[leximina]

Word count: 1,590

Note: I can't be stopped when I write something feat the Light Fury.

Parts: Only one which is this one

Random add-on: Zee is an OC of mine if your wondering

Characters: Me, the Light Fury, Zee and Valka

The Moon's Light For The Night • Httyd Selfship story • AlexisFury

It was one of those nights where I had a lonnng flight back home. As I flew I felt the wind blow past me and I calmed. I had fought a Monstrous Nightmare ten minutes ago besides that Monstrous Nightmare had attacked out of nowhere startling me. So I was on guard but I always loved the calm ocean breeze blowing on my scales. 

I flew beyond a place called Berk. I heard from a Nadder that was my friend despite the fact they followed an Alpha. I never despised them for that. As I was thinking they told me that they're Alpha and the Alpha's friend had taken back her son from Berk to have him live with her(my AU my rules). I find that a little heartbreaking for whoever the boy's father is. I mean if I was the boy's father I would be hurt. But I've heard that story and had that thought many times before.

As I flew I heard cooing. As if someone was curious. I sniffed the air knowing my smell was a bit better than my sight. As I sniffed I sensed someone flying next to me to my left. When I looked to my left I saw bright blue eyes. I tilted my head for a second and then stopped. Something my father told me was to never get distracted while flying so it's why I stopped. The blue eyes flew a little ahead of me. "I guess they didn't think I would stop" I thought to myself as I watched the eyes turn around because for a second they had disappeared and now I was looking at them once again.

Soon enough a dragon formed around the bright blue eyes. I tilted my head even more which surprised the dragon at how my head was very tilted. I realized that they were confused and stopped tilting my head giving a smile that said "sorry about that". After that the dragon cooed and flew closer to me. I was very confused because this has never happened to me before I had no idea what to expect. The dragon stopped and looked at me as if expecting me to do something. This was an awkward situation. "This must be a female if they're looking at me expecting to dance with them in the sky or something similar" I thought to myself as I just stared at her.

Knowing very little of what was happening and being completely nervous and wanting to shrink into myself cause I'm not only embarrassing myself but I would embarrass her because I wasn't a male. Looked both ways expecting one of my sisters or someone one of us knows. As soon as I saw there was no one coming this way I gulped knowing I had no other choice but to speak.

Alexis: Uh. Hiii?.

The dragon's eyes widened "Guess I was right". The dragon's white scales reflected the moonlight very well. Making her look beautiful. Though considering her reaction to my voice and finding out I'm a female I didn't bother asking if she was gonna say something.

Alexis: Well… alright. I'll be going now. Bye.

I flew past the dragon and she just flew there. And I'm pretty sure I heard her coo in curiosity as I flew off but I don't care.

As I was flying and trying to see how farther I have till I get home I saw purple and pink to my right. I knew who it was.

Alexis: How ya doing Zee?.

Zee: I wanted to see how you were doing. And I also wanted to see if you wanted to come meet my Alpha and his friend and his friend's son.

I sighed knowing Zee has often wanted me to meet them. So I figured now is as good a time as any. Besides I would have a place to sleep for the night. And I knew Zee wouldn't mind but I'd have to talk to Alpha.

*Timeskip brought to you by a chibi version of me and the Light Fury cuddling*

We arrived in the area and there were a good amount of dragons asleep. Expect the baby dragons. Zee brought me to where the human was. I saw that the human was standing in front of the Alpha. I've seen and encountered Alphas before. But I'm always nervous around them.

Zee lands right beside the human and the human starts petting Zee. I cautiously landed next to See. The Alpha noticed me which made me more nervous than before. "That human must be Valka".

Valka: Huh?. Oh a Night Fury. And a purple and brown one at that. So this must be a friend of yours Zee. 

Zee nodded in response to the human as she approached me. I just stood there with my wings drooped down on the ground as the human approached me. She put her hand out to pet me.

Valka: Hey there girl. I'm Valka. 

I sniffed her hand real quick and let her pet me. Sure I only trusted certain humans and Valka definitely was trustworthy. However soon enough I smelled something familiar and looked around. Then we heard a Monstrous Nightmare say there was someone unfamiliar in the area. I thought for a second they were talking about me till I saw familiar blue eyes staring at me to my side. Valka spotted the eyes curious of who they belonged to.

????? ????: Come on we gotta get going.

I tilted my head. Then Zee got in between me and the dragon with her tail spikes out. The blue eyes widened and soon disappeared. I smelled the dragon's scent fade away the farther she got.

 

Zee asked if I was ok. I just simply nodded. 

*Timeskip to a few hours later*

I was laying down near one of the ponds in the area. I couldn't get to sleep because I was having trouble staying still long enough to sleep. So I got up and decided I got to a certain area where I could relax for a bit. 

As I flew down I saw my favorite tree at the spot. It was a cherry blossom tree. I remember my grandpa taking me here before he died… but I flew down near the tree and laid down under it.

As I was listening to the ocean's calming sounds and slowly being lured to sleep. I heard something land on the tree and coo curiously. I looked up and for the third time today I saw the same dragon. "Well I guess she's following me… but why?." It confuses me that this dragon keeps following. So if she's gonna continue to follow I might as well spark a conversation.

Alexis: So might I ask who you are?.

I continued to stare up waiting for a response from her. I sighed knowing I wasn't gonna get far with this conversation. Thinking to myself "Must be one of those dragons who didn't get a name because they lost their parents. Might be wrong about this girl though".

Alexis: Listen Princess. Hopefully it's okay that I call you "Princess" but might I ask why you're following me?. 

I asked albeit I said it in a threatening way. Nevertheless I waited for an answer. 

????? ????: Well… I was just… curious about you?.

My eyes narrowed as she spoke. And here it's strange. I tilted my head slightly listening to her.

????? ????: I mean… it's been years since I've seen a Night Fury. Even a female Night Fury. 

I watched as she got nervous. I tilted my head even further just like the first time we met.

????? ????: Plus I couldn't help but see how you flew into a storm and didn't even camouflage yourself. 

Alexis: Well I'm not one to do that kinda stuff. Besides I don't use my camouflage ability cause I have a different tactic to stay hidden.

????? ????: Got it. So. Uh. What exactly are you doing here?.

She flew down off the tree as she spoke.

Alexis: I have trouble sleeping. So I came here to get lured to sleep by the ocean.

I looked out to the ocean and she did the same. I gave a soft hum because I often liked being here and now I knew someone else other than me knew about this place.

????? ????: So where exactly were you going to earlier unless you already had gone back to your home back there with that Alpha.

Alexis: Well it's not my home it's more of a friend's home. And I was visiting my home is like three hours away. Anyway you still haven't told me your name.

Light Fury: Oh. Well most call me Light Fury. While other light furies have names.

Alexis: Well. I guess I'll be calling you "Princess" often.

Light Fury: Alright. So… would it be ok if I join you?.

I simply nodded and she walked over and laid down beside me. Sure I wasn't expecting any of this today but I'm glad it happened. I put my wing on her to help keep her warm and as I did so I laid my head down on the ground. She tensed up but then calms and lays her head on me. This was the beginning of something new. I could tell. 

The petals came off the tree and blew away in the wind. And the moonlight was shining very bright within the night. A full moon on a lovely night is wonderful. I closed my eyes and drifted off to dreamland.

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[gear-project]

My response to the Closed Beta Survey:

People were asking me for more specifics on how I felt about the survey, so I guess I ought to outline in a larger broader sense what I think so far of Guilty Gear StrIVe.

Graphics: 

Outside of individual characters/animations, the stage graphics needed some better rendering for certain objects.  Things like grass and smaller objects looked “plastic” or “lego-like” in some areas, so that could be tweaked.

Lighting seemed okay, effects from various attacks also looked very good, and better than I was expecting at the time.  Clash/Offset graphics need improvement so that they appear more obvious to players (I still miss Danger Time however... that added an extra spice to the game that GG has missed since the original Instant Kill screen in the first game, perhaps it can be optional in certain modes?).

The beta was especially slow in terms of load times between matches though, and even the matching function for netplay was sluggish as well.

I would like to see actual dramatic clash intros instead of “talking head sequences” for rivalries in the future... the first trailer suggested that was possible, so I hope they can actually achieve this once more like Accent Core once had for Sol and Ky especially.

Animation-wise, nothing really outstanding to note other than the fact I still find Ky’s battle stance to be somewhat strange for him, given the screen-facing perspective... I just find it particularly odd to have his battle stance changed so much since the older games.  While Millia’s stance did change, it was more subtle, for example.

The Tension gauge didn’t seem to provide enough information to me, and was rather overly simplified, and I would like better notifications when my risc guard gauge is high.  Character select still looks dull, though I did like the post-match rating system.  I think players would benefit not just from ratings when they win, but tips and advice when they lose as well.

The lobby still needs a lot of work, but I did like the concept of only having access to certain “floors of the tower” depending on how strong you are as a player.  It makes things feel more like a dungeon exploration than just a netplay lobby.  Gatekeepers truly do exist... so such gameplay should reflect that.

I would like to see something closer to what Granblue Fantasy Versus has, times of day, weather, minigames to do while waiting between matches, or even just a place to mess around with stuff.

Sounds:

Everything sounded okay, albeit random.  Normally I have sound effects much louder than music, as certain sounds serve as important “tells” during a fight.  Voicework tends to come second to that, but I did note that in certain underground stage areas, character voices gained acoustics, which was an interesting change.

I also liked how the voices gained a dramatic echo like the Guilty Gear X era once had, particularly for Overdrive Attacks, which I hope they keep.

Controls:

I’m going to say this up front, but I never liked the concept of throw wiffs for Guilty Gear... while it might be more useful for games like BlazBlue, GG was more fast-paced, and generally geared more towards spacing and neutral attacks, giving throws an opportunity to neutralize an attack at close range.

This made throws safer, but also kept players in check who were always about close-range mixups.  Option selects were also important in older games too.

Add to this, and I dislike the idea of them being attached to the Dust button.  This makes it difficult to do things like run up and perform a Dust attack, or airdash in with a Dust without accidentally inputting a throw input.

Unless they came up with a way to better control throws as opposed to pressing Dust and a Direction (or give it a better input window), I’m not sure I like things how they are.

Another issue I have is the Roman Cancel Button... under most circumstances, the default Roman Cancel macro is P+K+S... this was always the default button in most games, but you couldn’t opt for other macros, like S+K+H, or P+K+H.  This is important for characters who negative edge inputs, like Johnny or Zato, as they might need a different macro input so they can better “hold certain buttons” without having to rely on the default Roman Cancel input.  This applies to other things like Slashback, Blitz, or Faultless Defense as well.  Limiting input macros just leads to more problems if you ask me.

Gatling Combo cancels seem “okay” for now... and I understand why they put limits on Punch and Kick buttons, simply because those kinds of moves have higher priority and are safer in most situations.  I think it makes sense to limit benefits when priority is on taking less risk in a fight.

In other words, using stronger attacks is more of a gamble, and therefore should get more natural benefits.  Bigger risk, better rewards.  This goes for guarding as well.  While blocking itself isn’t taking much risk (or rather, raising RISC), players who use technique like Instant Blocking or FD blocking should get benefits from using it.

I don’t know if Blitzshield will return, but I wouldn’t mind if it did, especially if it functioned the same as Slashbacks in older games, especially on block or wakeup.

Gameplay/Nuances:

Not enough special moves/tools for characters to my liking... though some felt overpowered.  Ky’s 6H acting like a Dust Launcher felt way too powerful for someone like him... though I can understand why such exists if it’s a slow attack.

Other characters felt “sluggish” at certain areas, like Chipp Zanuff and his combo routes (which would normally feel easy to chain together).  Even Alpha Blade felt a bit slow.

Airdash Speed/Height also felt slow and limited.  Also I don’t like the idea that forward Airdashes have the “Air Hike” glyph (DMC), but Air Backdashes do not as much.  If they’re going to have air dash “tells”, it should work for any form of airdash.  That’s especially needed for crossups and IAD situations.

Also it felt like Backdashes weren’t very safe, not to mention the damage output being too high.

I missed moves like Ky’s Grinders or Sol’s Riot Stamp... or even classic moves like Tyrant Rave Alpha, Sidewinder, or Crescent Slash.

Lots of characters felt lobotomized and overly simple to my liking, compared to their more developed older versions.  Even EX characters felt more developed in the older games.

I’m still not sure how I feel about Roman Cancels having a “hitbox” or “launch hit” when they go active, but I guess it takes getting used to.  It’s not a bad tool, but I’m not sure how effective such would be as a Dead Angle on defense.

I was also told that blocking reversal moves (DPs) in the air causes a large blowback... I find that interesting, but I don’t know if there’s pushback when blocking said moves on the ground.

It’s fine if you can FD moves to deal with reversals safely, but common blocking without Instant Blocks should at least have some knockback to put some value in reversal moves.

Other Stuff:

I liked the concept of getting to use normal attacks immediately after certain key special moves (like Sol’s Vortex), or the simplicity of the juggles.  Though I hope they improve things like Dust Air Combos... right now Dust only causes launch on counterhit, there are no more ground Dust combos like Xrd had.

It also felt like the window for an air combo was very small as you could only do 3 hits at most after a Dust Homing Jump.  I would like to see more uses of Jump Dust for characters, or even momentum-based combos.

Things like Impossible Dust (homing jump cancel) or even Jump Install would also be nice.

I would like to see more character-customization, like having different types of weapons/outfits, abilities, or stats, in an adventure-style game (like Granblue currently uses, but bigger in scale perhaps).

I would also like to see different modes of gameplay, like an Isuka Mode, or a 3-on-3 battle setup for team battles (not necessarily tag style, but KOF style teams as well).

I would also like to see GG Generations return... classic modes for every style of play:

GG1 Mode, GGX Mode, GGXXAC Mode, Xrd Mode, and maybe even a GG2 mode that makes special moves resource-heavy (like Granblue currently employs).  Having separate modes of play would satisfy everyone... EX fighting styles as well, to further expand character play.  Gold Bosses and Darkside enemies need to return as well.

I would also hope they explore the prospect of a GG animated film or movie, though that’s still wishful thinking.  Having English novels would also help move things along.

Roster-wise, I just want everyone to return at their best, along with really cool new faces.

Closing Notes:

Experiencing the beta first-hand, I can definitely say it has Guilty Gear aspects at its core, but I felt wanting more.  I know they can pull it off, and I gave them everything I could possibly want in the game.

There’s a possibility they might update the beta later on... so I hope I’ll get to participate in that as well.

#Closed Beta Test #Long Post #Wishful Thinking #Ideas

[coloursflyaway]

Fall On Me

Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.200

Tags: Fluff, mutual pining, love confessions, getting together, first kiss

Link to AO3

Occasionally, Crowley still thinks of Alpha Centauri. Although, no, it’s hardly enough to be classified a thought, more the hint of one, the notional equivalent of picking up just a little bit of another radio station while listening to music. Not because there isn’t enough to think about, not even because he doesn’t want to, but because he absolutely forbids himself to do anything more. He’d forbid himself from thinking about it entirely, but unfortunately his brain is not like his house plants and cannot be frightened into submission. Crowley knows this because he has tried. Several times.

So, he still occasionally thinks of Alpha Centauri. They’re not the clearest thoughts he has ever had, because all of those had come from a healthy mix of not sleeping and three hundred quid’s worth of cocaine pumping through his bloodstream, they’re more of the fuzzy and shapeless kind that leaves you a bit disoriented afterwards. Their topics include, but are not limited to:

the vast nothingness of space

the lack of gravity

Aziraphale

the problem of deciding on which of the twin stars to settle on

the possibility of solar flares feeling ticklish

Aziraphale

the new and exciting possibilities of inhabiting a new solar system

Aziraphale

Some of them, like wondering if he would be able to taste the magnetic activity of his new home, are relatively comforting thoughts, while others are quite the opposite. Anything, that is, that has to do with a certain angel. And of course, it is those thoughts which take up the vast majority of the time he spends thinking about Alpha Centauri; it’s all light blonde hair and soft wrinkles that make gentle eyes look gentler, cream-coloured suits and smiles so bright that Crowley thinks he might remember Heaven for a moment. What makes it more difficult is that it is so easy, impossibly easy, one might say, to go from there to, well. Alpha Centauri. And how it could have been if they had let the Earth implode, run away together and made a new life there. Maybe without books, without wine and without his Bentley, but with each other and with an eternity to spend.

The thought, even if is just fleeting, a minor ripple in the dark, menacing sea that is Crowley’s mind, is enough to make something bloom in his chest that is decidedly undemonic, something warm and soft and bright, something that is as old as it is new, and as beautiful as it is torturous. He knows what it is, has known it for at least four thousand years, which is the precise reason why the Feeling has remained nameless, even if it is stubbornly clinging to the door in Crowley’s mind through which he is continuously trying to push it.

It’s the Feeling which is making Crowley think of Alpha Centauri now too, because he can feel the first tendrils of it spreading in his chest, just waiting for a crack in his vigilance to strangle him. He won’t let it, he decides, while he watches Aziraphale pop another biscuit into his mouth, humming like it��s the best thing he has ever tasted when Crowley knows for a fact that he got them for ninety-nine pence at Tesco half an hour ago. But there is something endearing about it, the way Aziraphale’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, the corners of his lips turn up ever so slightly, how he throws another biscuit at a duck, hitting it square in the face, and how he looks at it with slight regret, because he won’t get to eat it. The biscuit, that is.

“So?”, Crowley prompts, before he can think of something stupid, like wonder if Aziraphale’s eyes would look differently in another sun’s light. “Hm?” Aziraphale looks over to him, his face such a perfect picture of innocence that Crowley can’t be anything but suspicious. “The thing. The thing that you wanted to talk about. That you didn’t want to discuss on the phone.” It could be literally anything, from a new cat that the angel had spotted hanging around the book shop to another bout of the Apocalypse, the this-time-actual end of the world, time, and everything Crowley has ever held dear, so he had decided very early on that he would not worry about it. Only that deciding something and actually doing it seems to be mutually exclusive. “Oh. Right. Yes.”

Aziraphale straightens almost imperceptibly, going weirdly still, and the danger scale in Crowley’s mind is suddenly tipped violently towards BAD.   “It is hardly anything, really”, Aziraphale says softly, looking stubbornly down at his biscuits, and the scale tips further. “A trifle, really. Just something that we, well, not discussed, but something that was mentioned.” Crowley waits for a few seconds if the angel intends to say anything else, but when nothing comes, he prompts, “Yes?” Not really because he wants to know that badly, but because he doesn’t want to give the building anxiety any more room in his mind than it has annexed already.

“Yes. Well. If you perchance remember, I think it was in the seventies, or maybe the late sixties, now that I think of it, I had brought you the holy water, and you…” Again, Aziraphale doesn’t finish the sentence, instead his voice goes softer, softer, until it’s gone; Crowley remembers the evening more than clearly, the heist and the hope and the heartbreak. “What I am trying to say, back then we talked about having ourselves a little picknick at some point. And since the world doesn’t appear to be ending anytime soon I figured, why not do that now? As long as we still have time.”

Crowley, just a few weeks ago, has stopped time himself, and yet Aziraphale seems to be able to do the same thing, because the Earth most definitely stops, everyone around them stops, and Crowley’s relatively useless heart? Oh, it stops the hardest of all.

Because he knows what that moment meant to him, that one second in which he thought that maybe they were on the same page after all, because he knows what he wants this to mean, because… because he knows it can’t be that. He takes a deep breath, and squashes what could be hope blossoming in his chest like he has done with a dozen ants on the way here.

“…yeah”, he answers Aziraphale what would have been several seconds too late, had time not stopped in between to give his heart the chance to break.  Another deep breath, since it almost feels like he needs twice as much air to speak even a single word right now. “Sure. Anywhere special you want to go to?” “No.” Finally Aziraphale looks up, smiling so brightly it hurts Crawley’s eyes even with his sunglasses on; as much as he hates it, he can feel his heart mending in his chest. “Wherever you want to go, dear boy.”

 They agree on meeting on Tuesday, because Tuesday seems like the right day to choose, and as always Crowley picks Aziraphale up at his book store. He looks… different. Crowley cannot pinpoint why, or how, because Aziraphale is wearing the same too proper clothes, his hair tousled, a picknick basket in one of his hands, but there is something just off about him, like something has changed without Crowley noticing. The thought is vaguely disconcerting.

Crowley doesn’t bother getting out, just waits until Aziraphale gets into the car; like always the world seems a little bit brighter as soon as he’s near. “Mornin’, angel”, he greets, and Aziraphale gives him a smile that also isn’t quite right, but too close to it for Crowley to say anything. “Does this really still count as morning?”, Aziraphale asks instead of answers, “It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it? I suppose it could count as a very late morning, if you insist, even if I would definitely say it’s closer to midday.” “I don’t insist on anything.”

It’s impossible to keep the amusement from his voice, and Aziraphale must notice it, because he flashes Crowley another smile; this time it feels real. “In that case, good midday to you to. Have you decided where we’ll go by now?” “Absolutely not.” He flashes Aziraphale a toothy grin and starts the car to go wherever it wants to take them. “Just as well.” The angel looks away from Crowley, out of the window to watch London’s streets pass them by, every molecule of his earthly body radiating contentment, and there is something about this too, Crowley thinks as he almost runs over a very small woman and her even smaller dog. It’s almost like something clicked in place, some part of Aziraphale’s brain that used to tick, or click or move in another rather infuriating way, and which now has found the one place it fits in and made it its home.

“Maybe somewhere green would be nice”, Aziraphale says slowly, every word crisp and clear in the warm air, “Proper green, I mean. Not the way a park is, more like the countryside. Green and… peaceful. Yes. I think that would do nicely. What do you say?”

What Crowley wants to say is something close to the lines of this: I have absolutely no preference when it comes to this, because I haven’t cared less about anything in the last century than I care about picknicks, but I would willingly walk through the Pearly Gates of Heaven with you if it meant we spent more time with each other.

What Crowley says, however, is this: “Sounds good enough to me.” Which doesn’t quite hold the same emotional gravity.

“Splendid”, Aziraphale answers nonetheless, absolutely oblivious and lets one of his hands drop down from the wicker basket he is balancing on his lap, despite Crowley, like always, driving at a speed that would make some tornados dreadfully jealous. The hand lands in the most inopportune places it could, at least from Crowley’s perspective, which is between them, palm turned towards the sky and fingers stretched out just enough that the tips brush against Crowley’s thighs every so often. It’s the perfect position for someone to take it, hold it tightly, maybe even wave their fingers together to feel the thrum of blood beneath Aziraphale’s skin.

Even taking in account the one time his entire car was on fire, it’s still the worst drive of Crowley’s life.

 They arrive… well, they arrive somewhere. Not that the where part matters much to Crowley, he just stops the car when Aziraphale next to him mutters something like, “Don’t you think that this looks nice?” In Crowley’s opinion it really doesn’t. It’s essentially a field, very green and kind of soggy, complete with a few stubborn bushes that have yet to get the memo about agriculture and an unenthusiastic crow picking at an invisible object that might, or might not, be food. It’s as boring as the English countryside can get, but Aziraphale smiles at the crow like it’s the most magical of God’s creations and transforms the entire scene into something worthwhile.

So they get out of the car, Aziraphale still holding tightly onto his basket, Crowley’s thigh burning with the residual angelic touch; when the angel has found a slightly less soggy spot, they spread the chequered blanket on the ground and when they sit, Aziraphale is just a little too close. He must not notice how their knees touch, but Crowley does.

Deft fingers pull plate after box after platter from the basket, fresh strawberries and little sandwiches, scones and clotted cream and a tiny jar of jam, slices of cold meat and three different kinds of bread rolls, and as a triumphant finale an entire chocolate covered cake. Crowley can’t do anything but watch, both surprised at the amount of food and surprised that he’s even surprised. “Angel, how long do you intend to stay here? A fortnight?”, he asks, the surprise firmly refusing to leave his voice just yet. Aziraphale’s ears turn slightly pink.

“I, er, I couldn’t decide. You see, you never told me what you wanted to eat, so I just. Brought everything.” His voice is smaller than usual, but his eyes are still bright when he looks up at Crowley through his lashes, who promptly forgets how to be snarky for the first time since his creation. “That’s – “, he starts, then chokes on the words he couldn’t think of anyway, because Aziraphale gently lays his hand on Crowley’s knee. It’s the smallest of touches, and yet Crowley can feel the warmth he hasn’t possessed for centuries burn through the fabric of his jeans, heating up his skin. “Nice”, he finishes lamely, at least several moments too late, hoping that his glasses are dark enough to conceal the fact that his eyes are glued on Aziraphale’s perfectly manicured fingers on his knee, stretching out to touch his thigh.

“That’s because I am an angel, dear, it’s what we’re meant to do”, Aziraphale says easily, no change in his tone of voice. His other hand is picking up one of the tiny sandwiches like he isn’t aware that he has just launched Crowley’s mind into space, more accurately 4,37 light years away to Alpha Centauri, where it is plucking the fantasy of the life they could possibly have had right from the gaseous surface and transporting it here. To this field, this moment, this eternity. It’s impossible, and yet this time, Crowley doesn’t manage to squash the hope completely before it can bloom in his chest.

It’ll hurt like a bitch when Aziraphale eventually breaks his heart again.

Fingers tightening around his thigh bring Crowley back to Earth entirely, to Aziraphale smiling at him with eyes that should not be allowed to look so kind. “You should try one of the scones”, he tells Crowley brightly, “I picked them up at this charming little store in Edinburgh in the morning, they’re absolutely scrumptious.”

The scone is halfway to his mouth when Crowley really, truly realises what Aziraphale has said, isn’t just taking an order. It makes him pause, hand raised and mouth hanging open before forming the first string of passably sensible words since they sat down. “You went to Edinburgh for scones?”

This time, it’s not just Aziraphale’s ears that turn pink, it’s the tip of his nose and the apples of his cheeks too, leaving Crowley with the very demonic urge to just eat him whole. “I might have”, Aziraphale admits, sounding bashful. “But I was there anyway to pick up the jam, so it really wasn’t much of a bother.” “…the jam.” A moment passes with Crowley just trying to understand what is being said, but then again, this is the angel he had to break out of prison because of crepes. The thought passes, quicker than expected, because another pushes and pulls until it can take its place. “Where are the strawberries from?”

The blush dusted across Aziraphale’s face grows deeper in shade, and Crowley cannot be absolutely certain of the answer, because it is mumbled into the rest of the sandwich the angel is stuffing into his mouth. “Trondheim.” “The cake?” “This lovely café in Vienna, really charming, you’d love the décor-“ “What about the sandwiches?” “Oh.” For the first time, no colour changes on Aziraphale’s face, instead he looks vaguely pleased, which only makes Crowley more suspicious. “Those I made myself. I even cut off the crusts, see?”

Aziraphale holds up one of the little crust-less triangles for Crowley to see, a grave mistake. “That salmon is not from Sainsbury’s though, is it?” “It could be”, Aziraphale answers, telling Crowley that it absolutely isn’t. “There is absolutely no reason to think it isn’t from a local supermarket and instead from… from a small shop in Cordova, Alaska.” His voice grows more strained with every word he’s saying, and Crowley can’t help but chuckle.

“Really, angel”, he says without any malice, but a lot of amusement. “I always knew you were crazy about food, but –“ He doesn’t get to finish, because Aziraphale interrupts him, words flying from his mouth in a way that reminds Crowley of the eruption of Mount Vesuvius. “I’m not. Crazy about food I mean. I mean, I am, but that’s not – it isn’t what this is all about, it’s not – “Aziraphale pauses, and something changes in his posture, or maybe the slant of his mouth, or maybe the intensity of his gaze. Whatever it is, it steadies the angel’s voice when he finally finishes his sentence. “None of this was for me.”

It doesn’t make much sense. “Who’s it for, then?”, Crowley asks, stealing the sandwich from between the angel’s fingers and stuffing the whole thing into his mouth. Over the past millennia, Crowley thought he had seen every possible facial expression on Aziraphale, but he’s proven wrong right here, in the English country side, because never before in all of creation has a creature looked upon another with such utter incredulity painted across his face. “Crowley”, Aziraphale says, sounding as stunned as he looks, almost desperate. Crowley chokes on his sandwich.

“What?”, he gasps out once he can speak again, having miracled the sandwich from his tracheae to Alpha Centauri, the first place he could think of. His voice is hoarse nonetheless, but it doesn’t matter, since he can hardly form more than one word. “What?” “I thought it was obvious!” Aziraphale is flailing, hands flapping through the warm summer air. “It’s what we discussed! A picknick, or a dinner at the Ritz, and since you didn’t do anything when we were at the Ritz, I thought – “ “I didn’t do anything?” Crowley interrupts him, sounding at least as scandalised as he feels. “I did everything! All the time! I asked you to run away with me to Alpha Centauri!” “Well. Yes.” Aziraphale huffs slightly, crossing his arms in front of his body. “I guess we both can agree that wasn’t your best idea.”

They can, but Crowley cannot admit that right now, especially not when his heart is finally starting to realise what exactly they are bickering about. It’s not a sudden thing, realising, it’s more like making a good cup of tea in the morning, letting the tea bag steep just the perfect amount of time, adding milk or sugar or in Crowley’s case, nothing at all. Realising takes time, time which he, after 6000 years, more than deserves. At first, it doesn’t feel like much at all, maybe like a small fit of cardiac arrest, but the sensation grows stronger, his heart seemingly sucking in blood without pumping it back into his system, growing wider, fuller, heavier. Warmer, too. It seizes up, like it wishes it could explode, and Crowley thinks, for the first time without panic clinging to the words, Oh shit, he knows.

He must know, maybe not quite the extent, or the amount of time, or the sheer mind-numbing pain of it, but Aziraphale knows, and not only that, he doesn’t mind. In fact, it seems that – and Crowley’s heart suddenly releases the blood it has been hoarding all at once, filling every vein, every vessel with warm, tingling knowledge – Aziraphale might reciprocate. An impossible thought, and yet there is a hand on Crowley’s knee still, there are the angel’s eyes on him, unwaveringly kind, unfailingly loving.

His heart beats another time, and the warmth is almost unbearable, the intensity, the brilliance of the feeling enough to make Crowley forget how to breathe for a solid minute, if not longer. After such a long time, he can’t quite recall what it was like to gaze at God, but he thinks it must have felt something close to this.

Crowley is almost done with realising, the tea close to finish steeping, but there is still something missing, there is still the need to hear Aziraphale say it out-loud and make it real. “You mean…?”, he croaks out, because he has quite forgotten how to speak, but it’s enough for the angel to understand. “I suppose you could say that I finally caught up to your speed.”

Up until now, Crowley would have said he knew every single of Aziraphale’s smiles by heart, but this moment proves him wrong; the corners of the angel’s mouth pull up in a way he has never seen before, a curve of lips that makes Crowley’s heart shine brighter than all stars of Alpha Centauri combined. It’s a small smile, a kind one, but most importantly one that tells its audience that the person wearing it harbours not a single trace of doubt in their mind. And it’s directed at him.

A small part of Crowley still wants to ask Are you sure? but he doesn’t, because he knows. He knows with an intensity that makes it feel like he has never known anything in his life before, like all dogmatic principles of Heaven and Hell could only pale in comparison to the certainty of Aziraphale’s hand squeezing his knee, his eyes filled with an amount of love that should have to be enough for the entire Earth, not just one single entity on it.

“Alright”, Crowley says instead, mostly because he isn’t quite sure what to say, can’t think about it with Aziraphale looking at him like that. In all his life, Crowley never really understood the concept of physical beauty, at least not until now. Because now he can’t even think of tearing his eyes from the angel’s face, committing every groove, every slope and curve of it to memory once more, can’t imagine anything he’d rather look at for the rest of eternity. Aziraphale is beautiful, maybe not for human standards, maybe not even angelic ones, but he’s the most beautiful thing in all of existence in Crowley’s eyes.

Something starts to grow next, maybe inside, the Feeling inside his chest, something that feels more longing, maybe a little bit hotter still, a yearning, a hunger, something that is inextricably connected to this human body he is inhabiting. It isn’t lust, but at the same time not terribly far removed from it, a craving which informs Crowley in no uncertain terms that it will not go anywhere unless it is satisfied.

A moment passes until Crowley realises what it is his mortal body wants; when he does, he’s, well. Surprised. He’s seen humans do it before, but never has been terribly impressed with the concept. All in all, it seems relatively pointless, wet and possibly unsanitary, and yet his gaze flickers down to Aziraphale’s lips, which look plush and soft and impossibly inviting. Like they would feel perfect pressed against any patch of Crowley’s skin, most of all against his own mouth.

Maybe it’s because he never expected to be in this position that Crowley never considered how it would be to kiss Aziraphale, but the second the thought appears in his mind it overtakes it completely, leaves Crowley breathless with want. He looks down on Aziraphale’s hand on his leg, then slowly, ever so slowly, covers it with his own. Aziraphale’s skin is warm, soft, doesn’t feel angelic but human, and suddenly, it’s the simplest thing in the world to lean in.

Their lips meet in the middle, since apparently Crowley wasn’t the only one thinking about it, and it’s with the first touch that his eyes flutter shut, almost an involuntary response. It’s a soft kiss, a chaste one, a perfect kiss to be the first of a million.

Beneath Crowley’s hand Aziraphale turns his own around, weaves their fingers together and holds onto Crowley’s hand like it’s the only thing that is keeping him from sinking. And Crowley, lips parting easily to deepen the kiss, eager to take every little ounce of love Aziraphale is willing to give, seconds the sentiment.

They break apart at some point, and it’s only because their surroundings haven’t changed significantly that Crowley knows that they haven’t spent a century kissing. Still, it feels like it could have been that long, because everything has changed. Not the world, but then again, the world was never that significant; the sun isn’t brighter, but he is, and looking at Aziraphale, the angel is, too.

“So”, Crowley says after another moment-slash-eternity, “This is happening now, right? I mean, for a longer amount of time. I mean, for-“ He stops, cannot say it, cannot even think it. Even if it seems like a lifetime away since he thought it impossible altogether, it still hasn’t been long enough to truly wrap his head around the concept. Aziraphale seems to know, for once takes the plunge so Crowley won’t have to. His eyes are glittering with the sunshine of an early autumn day and his own celestial light as he takes their intertwined hands and raises them up to his lips, presses a kiss to each of Crowley’s knuckles, just as sweet as their first one was. And his voice is almost as soft when he, lips still grazing Crowley’s skin, says, "Yes, dear, I think forever would be quite the right word for it."

#good omens #ineffableboyfriends #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #good omens fic #good omens fanfiction #also just fyi their first kiss absolutely lasted at least five full days

[qobiin]

seek out gold and sit on it

pairing: bakudeku (bakugou x midoriya) 

genre: fluff | abo au, fantasy au, courting au 

word count: 1340 

summary: It’s tradition by this point that Bakugou will enter his tent, bearing a gift of some kind, then drag him out to eat somewhere.

day one of @bnhaomegaverseweek​ (hoping my love will keep you up tonight) 

The scale in his hands is bright red and glimmers pleasantly in the firelight. Izuku almost doesn’t know what to do with it.

Almost.

He looks up from his hand to the blonde omega standing in front of him and smiles as gently as possible. “Thank you. Which species of dragon is this from?”

Bakugou grunts and Izuku gets a face full of his nervous scent. “The Crimson Crushers. One of the whelps shed it’s first scale yesterday. Thought you might find a use for it.”

Izuku’s smile grows. “Oh, thank you! I’ve been meaning to gather more data on the Crimsons.”

Bakugou frowns, his face twisting with dull distaste. Izuku tilts his head to the side and tries to rely on his alpha instincts to parse the situation.

“Did I say something bad?” Izuku asks when his instincts wield no results.

“Yes,” Bakugou answers tersely. “They're called the Crushers for short. No one refers to them as the Crimsons anymore.”

Izuku grimaces. “Ah, yes. I apologize. I’ve been buried in the old texts all day, I guess my brain-to-mouth filter just isn’t in tip-top shape at the moment.”

Bakugou mutters something that makes Izuku flush pink. He decides to act like he didn’t hear it though and tries his luck.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing,” Bakugou bites out. “Let’s go eat.”

Izuku brightens. “Okay! Just let me put a few things away. I’ll be right out.”

Bakugou huffs and storms out of the tent but Izuku knows he’ll be standing by the entrance with his arms crossed over his chest and a sour expression on his face. It’s tradition by this point that Bakugou will enter his tent, bearing a gift of some kind, then drag him out to eat somewhere.

When Izuku first arrived at the dragon enclosure, Bakugou glared at him like he meant to kill Izuku right there and then. Of course, he hadn’t but that did nothing to diminish Izuku’s need to be careful around the blonde man and his explosive personality. Izuku was only here to gather more research on dragon scales and their healing properties anyway, not to get murdered by a pretty blonde omega who couldn’t stand the sight of him.

Except, that isn’t quite true anymore.

Two weeks after Izuku had joined them, one of the Emerald Emerger whelps went on a rampage and stomped hard enough to make multiple holes and flatten tents into the dust in the enclosure. Izuku had watched it all unfold with a quiet sense of horror until the whelp came face-to-face with him and Izuku reached out to it without thinking.

Maybe it was because their eyes were the same shade of green or because even as an alpha, Izuku couldn’t for the life of him emit any kind of threatening vibes, but the result shook up most of the camp. The whelp allowed him to curve his hand across its face and settled down, huffing and puffing like this was the last thing on earth it wanted to do. It curled itself around Izuku and growled at anyone who came close before it eventually fell asleep and Izuku was able to step away as the handlers rushed forward.

Kirishima was the only handler to turn back to him and check that was he was unharmed, but Izuku could feel Bakugou’s eyes on him nonetheless.

The day after, Bakugou barged into his tent while Izuku was in the middle of healing the food poisoning Sero had fallen ill with. He waited until Izuku was done before he presented him with a scale and explained that it came from the whelp Izuku had helped calm down and then left.

He came back later with dinner and sat with Izuku at the back table, grunting and humming as Izuku buzzed with conversation.

Now a month later, it is pretty normal to find Bakugou in his tent whether he needs to be healed or not. Izuku doesn’t mind it, he likes having company as he reads over his research and conducts experiments. Plus, having a dragon tamer and pseudo-expert present means he can ask almost any kind of question that may come to mind and get an accurate answer in response. He cross-references Bakugou’s answer with texts and known dragon facts, but even if he didn’t it wouldn't be so bad since Bakugou is always right.

If he knew any better he would probably say that Bakugou likes him but really, he sees it more as the omega grudgingly accepting him into their midsts after he had proven himself worthy to be there. He doesn’t mind it though, he can only guess how hard it is for Bakugou to make any kind of acquaintances since people would easily be scared off by his grumpy demeanor. Not Izuku, he has dealt with worse people, so Bakugou’s prickly exterior only pales in comparison.

Izuku finishes tidying up his journals and makes sure his equipment has been put away in the correct places before he exits the tent. Bakugou is standing by the entrance exactly how Izuku predicted him to be. He smiles at the omega and blinks in confusion when Bakugou flushes light pink in response.

He pushes that image out of his head as he follows Bakugou through the camp. They leave the grounds through one of Bakugou’s many secret passageways and walk quietly side by side. Izuku almost startles when Bakugou’s fingers suddenly interlace with his own, but one look at his blushing face keeps him from asking any questions.

Instead, Izuku swings their hands between them and grins when Bakugou doesn’t comment on it like he usually would. 

They come upon the main path to the nearby village and Izuku hesitates, glancing over at Bakugou again to examine his reaction. The blonde omega is tense and stiff, but his grip does not loosen.

It loosens something in Izuku's chest though, wiping a certain thought he had been having earlier away with a sense of realization. Was he wrong before? Is he denser than he thought? That would be pretty pathetic if he is. However, the best way to figure anything out is to ask and see what response Bakugou gives him.

So with that, Izuku stops swinging their hands and steps to the side, pressing himself closer to Bakugou. “Hey, I’m curious about something.”

Bakugou glances down at him, a blank expression on his face. “What.”

Izuku bites his lip, tilting his head up to meet the red, fiery gaze. He has always known that the omega is pretty attractive with his broad shoulders, tiny waist, and muscled arms. Izuku would have to be blind to not know that honestly, but with their faces so close together, he realizes that Bakugou is ultimately a lot more attractive than he initially thought. Startingly attractive.

He pushes that away though, not wanting to be distracted and returns to his earlier train of thought.

“Have you been courting me?” Izuku asks, amping up the amusement in his grin when Bakugou raises a brow at him. “It seems like you have been, but I don’t know you well enough to guess if you have been or not. So, are you?”

A tense silence follows. Izuku half wonders if Bakugou has ever courted anyone before and is surprised when the alpha in him roars at the mere implication.

“Yes.”

Bakugou glances away after another moment, jaw tight and shoulders stiff. Izuku frowns and steps even further into Bakugou’s space, guaranteeing the omega’s attention on him again.

Izuku nods his head once Bakugou has met his gaze once more and continues to walk forward. “Good. Should I court you in return?”

Bakugou huffs, but there’s the barest hint of a smile on his lips too. “Fuck no.”

“Okay!” Izuku replies, smiling once more as he leans his head on Bakugou’s shoulder. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Bakugou mutters. “S’fine.”

Izuku hums. “Good.”

They walk in silence the rest of the way, the sun shining above them and the roar of dragons fading away behind them.

a/n: thanks for reading! please remember that my requests are open (:

#bnhaomegaverseweek #bakudeku #katsudeku #dekubaku #dekukatsu #bakugou x midoriya #midoriya x bakugou #bakugou x deku #deku x kacchan #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #oneshot #f:bnha #g:fluff #t:oneshot #p:bakugou/midoriya #s:hmlwkyut #m: fic

[cant-blink]

Imitation

Summary: San tries to earn Ni’s affections by emulating him, but this goes terribly wrong. While I proofread the first chapter of the requested smut fic, here’s a short story I whipped up, inspired by a previous post. While San trying to mimic Ni is something that’ll probably be canon, this scene in particular is something that I dunno if I wanna make canon or not, because... well... Just prepare for heartbreak. 

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Ni snarled, pulling away from Ichi’s attempt to groom him. It was night, and they were back at the slave’s volcano, getting ready for sleep. But their nightly routine was bound to meet obstacle, and Ni doesn’t disappoint.

Ichi should’ve known this would happen. He was able to groom Ni the night before, without so much as a growl, but now Ni was even more defiant than usual. He was getting the sense of déjà vu again, that constant reminder of their younger days that’s been so prevalent all day. 

He shook his head. “Your face is filthy, Brother Ni.”

“And I can clean it myself.” his brother growled at him. Ichi narrowed his eyes at him for a moment before huffing a breath through his nose.

“Yourself? How exactly do you plan to do that?”

Ni glared at him for a moment longer, before glancing around their surroundings. Short of dipping his face into the lava, there was nothing here to wash himself. But Ni was nothing if not resourceful and he returned his glare back to the middle head. “Give me a wing.”

Ichi did not like the demand, but he nonetheless humored his brother. He’d rather this didn’t escalate over something so stupid. Maintaining eye-contact with him, Ni began licking the wing and using it to wipe his face before licking it again. Ichi snorted.

“You groom like a hatchling.” he chides. 

“Better than being groomed by a false alpha.”

A tail rattled behind them but Ichi managed not to take the bait. Instead, he hissed dangerously. “Miss a spot, and I will clean it for you.” It came off more as a threat than anything, and Ni growled at him. Ignoring him, Ichi turned to San, who was watching silently.

Despite his odd behavior all day, Ichi was expecting no resistance from the youngest as he starts to groom his face. But to his surprise, San pulled away and started to growl softly.

“Give me a wing.” 

Ichi stared at him. He’s been doing this all day, trying to copy whatever it was Ni was doing. The game was amusing, if a bit perplexing, but Ichi was not playing along this time.

“You are not a hatchling, Brother San. You will be cleaned properly.” He goes to groom San again, who pulled away.

“I can do it myself!” he insisted. “Give me a wing, Ichi!”

Something in the middle head snapped and San couldn’t help but let out a scream as his muzzle was grabbed and he was shoved into the ground. The youngest was terrified, knowing he went too far saying Ichi’s name without a title. But it’s what Ni would’ve done, right...?

Stop whimpering! Ni wouldn’t be so meek! He tried to growl, rather unconvincingly and tried to wriggle, but his neck was pinned under a wing. He felt his brother let go of his snout and snarl in his ear.

“Do not dare disrespect me, Brother San. I have enough of that from Brother Ni and I will not let you do the same. Understand me?”

Don’t whimper, San told himself. He winced as Ichi power-groomed him and snarled when he did. That’s what Ni does when he’s power-groomed. But he holds still; it’s been so long since he’s been power-groomed by Ichi. Ni does it to him all the time, but Ichi? 

Of course, San was always well-behaved when it comes to knowing his place and never had to be dominated like this. 

Ichi continued to power-groom him for the entire session, forcing him to roll over to get at his chin and throat. San continued to be still, trying to sound angry, although he was more frightened than anything. When it was over, Ichi nipped his snout in a final warning before letting him go. San got himself up, trying not to shrink under Ichi’s glare. He glanced over at Ni, to see he wasn’t even looking towards them anymore. He found himself growing desperate for his attention, mind scrambling.

“Do that again and I’ll bite you!” he blurted out. He heard another rattle from their tails and kept himself from averting his eyes from Ichi’s scornful leer. But the eldest doesn’t lash out at him. Yet.

“I grow impatient with your pointless little game, Brother San,” his alpha warns. Ichi didn’t want to have to do any of this to his youngest, but at the same time, he had no choice. San will not get special treatment for his unacceptable behavior and had to be reprimanded. “I suggest you stop acting foolish and do as you are told. Now.” He lifted his snout pointedly, a gesture to be groomed. To go back to their nightly routine without anymore of this nonsense. Normally San would jump at the opportunity every night, he loved grooming his brothers as much as he loved being groomed himself. But tonight, he kept himself back. He glanced again at Ni, who still didn’t give him the time of day. He was ignoring him on purpose.

A soft whimper managed to escape him, and he tried to stifle it in his throat. Before he can think, he reached out to Ni’s neurons.

Brother Ni, watch me!

He saw his older brother glance at him, the contempt in his face obvious. But San knew this was his chance to prove himself worthy of his love. The greatest possible act of emulation. But...

He looked to Ichi, who was glaring down at him with tested patience. He didn’t want to do this. But he had to! He wanted Ni to love him, right? So he had to act like him and that means being mean and nasty to Ichi. Right?

He heard his own heartbeat in his ears, as he slinks closer to Ichi. He can’t do this, he has to do this! It’s the only way. Ni will love him for it! He can’t back down! He always backed down and Ni hated him for it. Ni hated him for whimpering, for purring, for being stupid, for being himself! If he wanted that praise he’s dreamed of getting for so long, then he has to be brave!

He swallowed softly, as if gulping down his fear, and gathering his strength...

He struck unexpectedly, jaws clamping onto Ichi’s exposed throat. He could hear and feel the resulting shriek of startled pain. He tasted blood, their own blood, and it tasted disgusting on his tongue. He can hear their slave, now awake, shout something, but he couldn’t hear what. No, his mind was elsewhere as he was suddenly thrusted hundreds of millions of years into their past, when he was still barely born. How horrified he was to engage in combat but how he would forcefully throw himself into the fray and take a bite. Well, he’s taking that first bite again.

Don’t let go, the thought raced through his head as it had done all those years ago. Don’t let go. Terrible things will happen if you let go.

He remembered how it was Ichi that would keep the enemy from retaliating against him when he bit like this, protecting him from harm and further trauma, like the amazing brother and alpha he was. But now, it was Ichi himself on the receiving end and San felt sick. 

He was betraying the only brother that loved him...

He couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes as Ichi reflexively made a snap for Ni. But Ni was not the one doing this for once and the right head pulled back, snarling as he stared dumbfounded at what was happening. He knew San was being obnoxious in his poor attempt at imitating him, but he never once thought the youngest would go this far.

An impulse within him wanted to tear San off of Ichi, those loyal instincts that became habit over millions of years as Ichi’s second-in-command. He felt Ichi tear control of their right wing back and the eldest brother snarled as he went to tear San off. The little one bit harder, trying to copy Ni’s signature shake. Another poor imitation, as the action was lacking the true raw bloodlust behind it.

The impulse, the habit, was too strong to break, even now when he hated Ichi with every fiber of his being. He lunged and bit into San's scales, driving his fangs deep into flesh.

From that moment, there was no stopping him. He gave San a true taste of his technique and shook viciously, tearing into the scales savagely beneath his teeth. San screamed and in doing so, released his grip on Ichi. Ni does not let up, slamming San into the ground. San flailed desperately, tears falling down his cheeks as he screamed.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! HEEELP!!”

But Ni doesn’t relent and Ichi does nothing to help the youngest. The eldest just glared at him, the bite wounds on his throat stitching back together, leaving only the blood trailing down his neck as the only evidence of the attack. Their slave does make a move to get out of the lava, but Ichi caught sight of him and hissed firmly. There were no words from him, but his eyes communicated enough to the bird.

Interfere and he will share the punishment.

Rodan hesitated, staring at the alpha, his alpha, and his eyes went back to San and Ni. He clearly wanted to help, but knew better than to defy Ichi’s orders. He had to recognize that this conflict was between the brothers and them alone.

Knowing he wasn’t going to be rescued, San felt himself break even more. Now Ichi hated him too, he knows it. San has done many terrible things in his life. He loved torturing other creatures and laughing at their suffering. But this, this was the worst thing he’s ever done. And he had nobody to blame but himself.

He kept struggling though, crying and screaming pleas for mercy as Ni dragged him along the ground, before smashing his face into the rock floor.

“I’m sorr-” He’s cut off as Ni shoved him to expose his throat and bit into it without inhibition, tearing into him. His wounds heal quick from the volcano but the pain was not to be ignored. This pain was made worse as Ni threw him mercilessly into the ground, glaring down at him with bloodied jaws. His voice came out dripping with scornful hatred.

“You want to copy me so badly? Then take your punishment with some damn dignity, you little shit.”

San continued to cry, his brother’s words breaking him further. But in doing so, it ignited a rare emotion in the youngest. Frustration and true anger. He glared at his attacker with tearful eyes. “I don’t wanna be like you anymore!” he snapped. “You’re terrible! You’re a horrible brother! Hurting Brother Ichi is the worst thing ever, and you’re a monster for doing it so much!! How can you...” The rest of his words become incoherent gibberish as his voice snagged in his distress. He was shivering heavily, almost choking on his tears.

Ni’s snarls grew louder, and he tore at San’s scales again, San limp and no longer struggling before he’s dropped back onto the ground. Still crying. But his older brother had no remorse. “When I attack Ichi, I do so with good reason. But you’re too much of an idiot to know that, aren’t you? What reason did you have?”

San hiccuped, feeling his tears join the blood dripping from his mouth. His voice was shaking as much as he was. “I just... just want you to love me...” He sniffled. “I-I thought if I was like you, then... All I ever wanted was for you to be proud of me... But... But you never will. Nothing I do will get you to... to love m-me. I can’t do it anymore...” He buried his face into the ground, still shaking. “Why don’t you love me...? I do my best, but why...?”

The silence that came was broken only by the sound of his crying, and the bubbling of the lava. Ni’s snarls have grown quiet as he stared at his crying subordinate. There was something unpleasant inside of him, seeing the youngest break down like this. He was used to seeing San’s fear and hearing his screams, but this level of distress was new. And those words...

San was finally miserable, just like he wanted. But then why did it feel wrong? That unpleasant feeling, was it...

Pity...?

Weakness. 

San was making him feel weakness, as if he didn’t have enough of that already. His automatic response of anger increased tenfold and his glare radiated pure hateful venom to cover it all up. He would bury that stupid unpleasant feeling not with fangs, but with cruel words.

“Because you’re worthless.” 

The world just seemed to shatter around little San, leaving him in a cold dark abyss, far more desolate than even the void of space they called home.

“That is enough, Brother Ni,” Ichi finally spoke up, his voice sounding distant to San’s ears. Ni gave a snort, glaring up at Ichi.

“The little brat has been disrespecting me all damn day. He has it co-”

“Brother San has been punished enough,” Ichi interrupted firmly, meeting his glare with his own. “And I think I speak for all of us when I say we have all had enough. Now finish cleaning yourself up and we are going to sleep.” His tone showed there would be no arguing with his words and Ni growled louder before glaring at the shivering bundle beneath him. With a huff, he backed off and was given the wing back to clean his bloodied muzzle.

San sniffled as he pulled his face from the ground and looked up at his brothers. Ni was back to ignoring him and, although Ichi has spared him further injury, he still glared down at him with angry disapproval. The youngest sibling’s heart shattered even more, and his voice cracked from his tears.

“I’m sorry, Brother Ichi...” he apologized pathetically. “I’m sorry...”

But Ichi’s expression doesn’t soften and he spoke in a toneless voice. “That wing you wanted. Clean yourself up with it.” Ichi said nothing more as he began licking his own neck to clear off the blood. San doesn’t move, closing his eyes as more tears escaped him. He’s thoroughly convinced that Ichi now hated him too. Both his brothers hated him. And without their love, what else did he have? 

He doesn’t care to notice the sound of something shuffling closer to him and he felt a warmth against his scales, nibbling his face in a gentle groom.

He can tell from the scent it was their slave. 

“Leave him,” he heard Ichi demand the bird. “He wanted to clean himself and he will. Instead, make yourself useful here.” He lifted his snout up pointedly, repeating the signal to be groomed. Their slave wouldn’t understand the gesture itself, but knew enough to understand the context of what was desired of him.

Looking back at San uncertainly, Rodan stepped over him carefully, still limping, and began grooming Ichi’s throat, trying to get the blood off of him.

San still doesn’t move, having no intention of cleaning himself up. Instead, he placed the shaky wing over himself as if to shield his shame and heartbreak from the world. 

He spent the rest of the night sobbing.

#ghidorah #king ghidorah #godzilla #king of the monsters #kevin #san #ichi #ni #this made me cry #i'm evul to everyone including myself #is this too cruel to be canon? #i dunno ;~;